3 crows fly by

3 crows fly by,

taking with them

my tiny mind…

Distant crows

Distant crows

squawking,

echo of my mind…

The fog this morning

The fog this morning
might have come from my own mind,
I’m so blank and gray…

An older one. Me and the weather are sunny today!

Golden in my mind

Golden in my mind
a tiny Buddha head
growing all the time.

drifting slowly

Drifting slowly
across the blue,
white clouds and my mind…

Gray sky overhead

oppressive as the gray sky
inside my head.

- R. Cody -