Clear Days Ahead

 

—Artwork by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

—Poetry by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, West Covina, CA

 

 

 

ON A CLEAR DAY
 
On a clear day
I can see the mountains
where they have always been.
 
Flecks of silver
snow, a gold sun appears
in the distance smiling.
 
Coming around
the mountains, someone comes
bearing glistening fruit.
 
Grass and leaves die
in winter and autumn
buried in the damp fields.
 
I feel at peace
in my best of moods with
just looking at mountains.

 

 

 

 

DREAMING IN A DREAM
 
Sleeping
with my arms
in an embrace
under my sheets,
giving insomnia
a surprising
defeat,
dreaming
throughout
the night, while
the moon snores
along with me.
I was immersed
in a dream
where I was
also dreaming.

 

 

 

—Public Domain Photo

 

 

UNDER WATER
 
It’s not raining.
I am under water.
The sea swallows me
into a whole other world.
 
I go down deep and
get tangled in seaweed
and I am shipwrecked

like a human boat.

 

 

 

—Public Domain Photo

 

 

 

LONE SHADOW

The lone shadow
present in the yard
stretched to the door
in a single line
and disappeared
on the door frame.
 
Evening came fit
for a picture. It
was a quiet
night. A still shadow
by the roses
frozen in time.

 

 

 

—Public Domain Photo

 

 

ON CEMETERY GATES
 
The withering plants
and flowers die on
cemetery graves.
Trees and branches
provide shade and
there is mud on the
cast-bronze plaques.
You can only make
out partial names.
There are ducks in
the lake and on the
lawn. It is an ordinary
day for the dead who
remain a part of our lives.

 

 

 

—Artwork by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

 

 

YOUR FOOTSTEPS
 
I walk in silence
slowly
toward
the muted forest.
 
In a shadow
my steps grow.
I walk with
naked feet.
 
If you want to join,
you are welcome.
The walk is good.
The road is long.
 
Don’t hurry
and don’t fret.
I will wait for you.
My heart would love to hear

your footsteps.

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Today’s LittleNip:

SWEET RIVER
—Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
 
Take a dip in the sweet river
where tiny fish live and swim,
in blue waters surrounded by
shrubbery and tall trees, where
beautiful birdsong fills the air.
If this does not make you smile,
I suppose you cannot swim.

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Many thanks to Luis Berriozabal for his poetry this Easter morning, a day of promise for new beginnings and many more clear days ahead!

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Clear Days Ahead... !

—Public Domain Photo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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