In the forest green
Silky circle of lace is seen
Picking it I glean
A feeling that’s so serene
Suddenly I’m queen
Filled with wishes umpteen
A magical scene
Filled will sunshine sheen
Parachuting seeds careen
Choka-Rhyme
Is short
Waste not.
Time is precious
Record memories.
Capture each moment
But dont dwell there, move on.
Fixate your mind on the future.
Wake every morning and proclaim:
“The Past has no Present in my Future”
Etheree
Thanks to my daughter, Laura, for the last line which inspired me to write this poem.
Squirrel prepares for winter
Safe surroundings
Haiku