This Morning's Faded Frost

Golden as the morning sun
as light comes charging in
Nothing lasts as moments pass
like words through quickened pen
Soaking in the moments
like the ink to page does flow
love or loss to cherish toss
we're holding on and letting go
The ebb of life like colors
blue to black and fade to gray
reflection on these thoughts our own
a golden guide to light the way
Fury of the race we pace
hold tight to every minute
nothing stays though love delays
the wonder we find in it

I'll Be Waving My Hands

Taken aback and shaken
molten lava comes emotion,
calming sense to self convince
the wheel that's sat in motion.
Storm on short horizon
sky is changing, shifting, blowing,
all the while this thought revile
the tide that's ebb and flowing.
Swallow hard and choke it down
these blades do cut and slide,
easier pill to heart reveal
in search of what survived.
Softly simmer shortly
tears of anger slow subside,
push it down to sink and drown
that flood on once relied.
Trust the wind that's coming
find no future in resisting,
feet in sands of what's in store
from storms that keep persisting.