It’s fall and i miss you

The leaves change colors
to start the season.
I walk an empty hull your
heart the reason.

The harvest moon fills,
passionate and true.
Soon the air chills;
It’s fall, and I miss you.

When you’re away I might
compare to autumn trees,
because I miss you like
the branches miss the leaves.

The summer sun has fled.
With it, you’ve gone too.
ahead, there’s only dread.
It’s fall, and I miss you.

Reliable earth

In this world, I’ve been
three decades out of ten
Every now and then
I stop and wonder when
will the earth stop spinning?
Before the final inning?
We assume it keeps giving
like it has since the beginning.
But they say not to assume,
yet every day we just resume
expecting seeds to bloom
and sunshine every June.
But what if it were days
without the sun’s abundant rays?
Are there different ways
to receive its gift and praise?
It’s hard to understand it —
this planet where we’re planted.
However, we don’t have to,
just don’t take it for granted.

The Day the sun didn’t rise

Today I woke and gave a yawn

And rubbed the tired from my eyes.

The clock told me it’s after dawn,

Outside, the Sun, it didn’t rise.

At first I thought, “This is strange,”

But barely gave a second thought.

Into clothes I had to change,

While coffee brewed in the pot.

By now, the Sun leaves Heaven’s den

And scatters paint across the skies.

The clock tells me its 7:10,

Outside, the Sun still didn’t rise.

The problem must be with the clocks!

It’s surely sooner than it seems.

Perhaps I was counting flocks.

Yes! It’s all my silly dreams.

I heard the song of the finch,

But I know it’s just a fake.

I gave my arm the hardest pinch,

But felt the pain, and didn’t wake.

I searched the tv for some clues,

What I saw, to my surprise,

The caption on the morning news,

“Today, the Sun didn’t rise!”

I stared ahead and wondered how

We would fix the error.

With shaky knees and sweaty brow,

I stood and felt the terror.

What did we do to lose the Sun?

Did it give up on us?

Was guiding everyone

Simply superfluous?

The promise of day we’ve always known

Had turned out to be all lies.

The truest nature of man was shown

The day the Sun didn’t rise.

Something made the people stop.

The air was calm and still.

A beam of light appeared atop

And gently rolled o’er the hill.

The cheers began and these the words,

“Thank the Heavens for the Sun!”

People danced to songs of birds,

And Love restored to everyone.

We all looked up, we all as One,

As darkness fled from the skies.

Crying tears we asked the Sun,

“Why oh why didn’t you rise?!”

The Sun yawned as the people wept

And said, “Sorry bro, I overslept.”

The Cure For Life

Life is an illness for which there’s no cure.
Fright into stillness, a knock at the door.
Imploring words spoken, I chose to ignore.
The door flew wide open, I fell to the floor.

“Oh my word my dear child!” This voice was uncaring,
“What has happened to you that is so overbearing?
”She grinned and leaned in, said, “Tell me your strife.”
“I’m suffering from this forsaken life!”

“Suffering?” she asked, “Then we mustn’t waste time.”
I felt her intentions becoming malign.
A cloaked formed around her. A blade flicked a shine.
My words did confound her, “I was faking, I’m fine!”

I was shaking as I continued to cry.
“I was wrong for thinking the cure was to die!”
She replied, “Too bad you realized this too late.
You’ve made your decision, now suffer the fate!”

Life is an illness.
Appreciation – the cure.
Don’t take it for granted or
the knock may be at Your door.

The Mountain

The wind howled.
A point to prove.
The Mountain would not move.

The thunder roared.
The lightning struck
the Mountain with no luck!

The rain stormed
and threw a fit.
The Mountain would not submit.

When the earth
began to quake.
The Mountain would not break.

They all attacked,
inch by inch.
The Mountain would not flinch.

When pressure comes
from all around.
Be the Mountain. Stand your ground.

-Robert J. Harrigan

Oblivious By Nature

Is it just me,
Or does no one see
This wonderful, beautiful thing?

They all walk around,
With heads to the ground.
Oh wonderful, beautiful thing!

They must be afraid,
Or they would have laid
Eyes on this beautiful thing.

It sits, plain in sight
I think that it might
Know it’s a beautiful thing.

Perhaps, what it wants,
To taunt, how it flaunts,
This wonderful, beautiful thing! I watch, as it flees
And still, no one sees
This wonderful, beautiful thing.