“Poetry is the

impish attempt

to paint the

color of the wind.”


— Maxwell Bodenheim





and white

Life without feeling

A rainbow in waiting




Color me happy

Spring welcomes a new rainbow

Green the most welcomed


Coloring the Wind


It is never too late until it is over

May I have this last dance

Taking the last train to Dover

Always asking for the second chance


Dreams, night and day

Spoken with another’s voice

Is it work or is it play

Always asking for another choice


Procrastinate, it is never too late

Will it make tomorrows news

Trying to keep the thoughts straight

Always living with what we choose


Coloring the wind very happy

It is not a chance or a choice

By design the Uni-verse is classy

Live, love and let us all rejoice



ME and the Boss







About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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