In Our Nature

A mouse once bit me
And we sat and talked
“It is in my nature to bite”
So we parted ways

A snapping turtle once bit me
And we sat and talked
“I can do no other by nature”
So we parted ways

A bear once charged me
We sat and talked
“It is my nature to charge”
So we parted ways

I met a friend who was kind
We sat down and talked
“It is in my nature to love”
We have never parted ways.

Stoic Poetry

Whispers

In the deep woods
Whispered voices speak
Of past summers
And joyous days
In sun dappled warmth

Chilled days stealing leaves
As Winter calls to fall
Grip the earth, still warm
With roots of ages past
Few will visit these barrens

So we will sleep in silence
Wrapped in snowy days
The quiet of winter comes
Now rest on hidden trails
Awaiting spring and the coming sun

Stoic Poetry

Autumn Dawn

Clouds of lace full of grace
Drift in the Autumns sky
Chilling air drifting there
Watching as they pass by

Seasons pass as nothing lasts
As is the way of things
No questions here left to ask
Observing the birds that sing

Sitting here in the early chill
Peaceful quiet and thought
Creeping smiles upon this face
In joy this morning has brought

Stoic Poetry

Days Of Summer

Summer days are passing by
Autumns creep; the blink of an eye
Cooler days bring the rains
Never the one to complain

Crisp walks among the leaves
Forest paths as the earth heaves
Sitting writing on the forest floor
No one could ever ask for more

Stoic Poetry

A Better Way

There has to be a better way
Than going back and forth
Doing right, doing wrong
Because of how we were taught
Taught by them, who we are

No matter the bumps and bruises
No matter the scars or the pain
Can we simply believe in truth?
Born flawless we can never forget
What you say we are cannot be us

Stoic Poetry

Blooms

Full of bloom and colour, sun full overhead
Face turned skyward embrace nature’s gift
Long days of bounty, endless joy of which we read
Heedless, careless, forgetful of the cold dark rift

No thought of seasons extending beyond the sun
Prepare not, time has no bearing, no dominion here
No one to tell us of things that must be done
Too late we realize, the shadow season, so near

Stoic Poetry

Sense Of Autumn

Sighs of the fading summer
Give way to fresh mornings
Shorter days have arrived
Stars still clear in later dawn’s

Days of flaming painted leaves
Along babbling brook banks
Fall harvests reaped, gathered
As the light hearted give thanks

Stoic Poetry

Shores

To walk along windswept shores
Ties curled in cool wet sand
Blustering clouds drift above
Knowing exactly where I stand

I can’t fix what’s meant to be
It only hurts when I breathe
Whispers tend to crucify my mind
Ocean waves help me to believe

Stoic Poetry

Hold On

Hold on to what you are
Guard close your heart
Flames climb into the night
Lapping at our heels
They aim to tear us apart

These days try to bind us
Bound by mortal chains
But time is on our side
Patience always the virtue
Far beyond our remains

Stoic Poetry