Weeds

Pulling weeds
Is God's way
Of keeping us humble

Chocolate

I suppose that
I will never see

A chocolate
That's good for me!

But that sure won't
Stop the yearning

For all the calories
I'd have to be burning!

Snow

Crystals in flight

A snowy delight!

A Progression of the masses

Anointing both lads and lasses

It starts with just a few in flight

Pretty soon everything's white

Christmas

(and other religious celebrations)

Instill
If you will

In the minds of the young
Why what is done, is done

Teach them the reason
For the season

And it matters not
Which religion you've got

For there is no greater love
Than that which is given from above

Simon Stargazer III

Memory

Many triggers

Elicit ever more

Memorable events

Of both enduring and

Richly satisfying thoughts of

Your childhood and ensuing times

New house priority #1

That bedroom curtain

Gotta get up for certain

For it’d be quite rude

For you to see us nude!

Grief

Grief

The hole in your heart

From grief

Creates more space

For love

Time

There

Is never

More nor less than

Everyone needs to get through life

Think about it!

Have a Good Morning

Ever wake up and your brain’s groggy

And your voice sounds oh so froggy?

Well hop on down to your local shower

Do a gargle and feel the hot water power

A good stinging hot spray

Will get you on your way

But if you still want to get back in bed

Well, friend, you must be halfway dead!

Simon Stargazer III