Beginning - End

It starts as it stops.
A few words here
Cascading into more
And then slipping
Back into what
It was before.

Poetry in Morning

The day begins,
A promise new,
The world is painted
In a brilliant hue.

Time passes
Colors fade
Until they slip
Gracefully away.

The moon so bright
Holding dear
The promise of
New days light.

Past - Present - Future

Things in our past haunt us. Pieces of unchangeable decisions that play over and over like little snippets of silent movies.