Stagnant

Thinking too much
Of What Could Be
Creates the regret
For the waste of Now
And Loss of the Past
Without seizing the Future
Leaves wishing and wanting
Without vitality

Momentary Colours

The snow is blue
With evening hue
Reflected from the sky
The inky trees
Like knobby knees
Jutting from the crust
This light lasts for
Just minutes more
As sun slips farther by
Azure turns darker
Past some marker
Night takes over dusk

Pass Word

The greatness in
A moment when you
Were pretty sure you couldn't help
But a thrown out word
Prompted a thought
That you could have quieted
But shared aloud
Just in case
And then
Sudden success!
Brilliance through luck
And the good timing
The thinking to say it
For help or annoyance
And so much undoable
Becomes managed