The Price of Freedom

The price of freedom
how we chose to measure that
measures us as well.

If measured in coins
then at what price do we sell
our bodies and souls?

If measured in time
do we count in years or days?
How long is too long?

If measured in tears
we will surely float away
a river of pain.

But measured in hopes
in candles flickering glow
a price gladly paid.

Penguin Dreams

Penguin dreams
Aquamarine
Purple thistle
Blowing in the wind
Warm

Daisy smiles
Wash away time
Freckles frolic
Under slate grey skies
Chilled

Unicorn dances
Blackberry wine
Poured in haste
Hot pink
Happy

Giraffe hugs
Awkwardness
Orange citrus
Invigorating romance
Angry

Porcupine laughs
On a hot summer day
Red
Cinnamon kisses
Tired

Angel arms
Souls caressed
Bluebirds in flight
Finally
Peaceful

Cold Air and Sunshine

Cold air and sunshine
blue skies banish loneliness
peace and strength are mine.