Hope

I wish for the warmth in the morning of winter.

The coolness of a breeze in the late summer afternoon,

and the song in our heart dancing in circles.

Playful talks, roaring laughs, and feeling smiles,

full of hope, we’d march forward.

We’d be ready for what’s to come.

2.23.2026

Follow

Sway a little, twist a whistle,

Groove in rhythm, beating a drum.

Bum-da-dum, and here I am.

Dum-da-dum, here we go.

Look into my eyes and see the sky,

glimpse of your soul in the darkest hour,

rising again with a golden sunlight

ever so bright with warmth of delight.

Hum-ho, let’s get going,

Hum-hum-ho, here we go!

2.15.2026

Library

A small free library stood in front of a porch.

Among the jumble of books and drawing books,

I found an old copy of the northern folktale.

The brown pages of the book seemingly glowed

under the sunlight as the sun dipped into the horizon.

In return, I left a book from my own collection

one I had brought from the New England.

In this tiny house of books,

worlds and stories are shared.

2.12.2026

Reaching

There is still a reason to reach out.

We wove our stories together,

dark green and golden vines branching out

and digging deeper into the core.

Clouds and fogs may mesmerize your view,

but in your heart, you will know which path to take.

Breath softly. Tread lightly. Shine brightly.

2.10.2026