Gratitude

Some feel hedgerow
beauty silently. Crowds pick
fruit, spit, "Ugh! Too sour."

In the Woods

In the woods I walk
wordless; the dimensions of
beauty overwhelm.

Thoughts

My mind, worn narrow
with the same thoughts, repels all
different ideas.

My thoughts imprison
me in a rat maze of same.
worn out old ideas.

Move over! New thought
coming in! Fighting for space,
bulging my tiny mind.