Time is a Dance

Why don’t you take a chance?

When you know time is a dance?

Around and around we go

To new a oblivion of opportunity

Time follows like so

I wish I could put time in a box

But it wants to be fluid

Like a lake into a river

This dance echos the free

Dance your little hearts out

Little Robins

The robin tends to her young

She make sure

They get every worm

Before the day is done

The mom will do anything

To make sure they are fed and safe

Moments become days on end

Before too long

It’s time to spread those wings at last

The nurturing time is over

It’s time for this new task

Time to learn and grow

On their own

The wind will help their bodies flow

Don’t be afraid little ones

Your mom is ready to let go

She can’t wait to see what you will become

A robin in Vermont I saw inspired this poem. Her babies were about to born. I even blew her a kiss and she cocked her head, wiggled her butt and opened her mouth. She gave me such a look that said, ”You better leave me alone and my babies when they are born.” She was such a good protective mother. Here’s a picture of her:

Here are some cool facts about robins.

https://journeynorth.org/tm/robin/facts_characteristics.html

Dusty Road

You say it’s ok
But I want to believe you
You say you love me
I want to receive it too

But I come from a dusty road
Some trees along the way
Offering support
But some decided not to stay

The clock has stopped
So I can’t see
How long been low on gas
The loss of time perplexes me

The gas isn’t my life expectancy
But fuel of hope
What started as destiny
Quickly lost its wide scope

I know others have dusty roads
But mine seems so dry
I choose stick shift to experience life
But you question why

I try to stop asking why
I’ll keep driving
Where the rubber meets the road
Where it’s ok my history was my striving