My Room

Always cluttered to its fullness,
Yet the bed is made.
It makes it look tidy.
It is my sanctuary,
Where I would forever stay.

Enigma

strange, mysterious, late at night,
sitting...reading...not making a sound,
you think someone is watching...
you hear tapping-howling-whistling...
you realize, it's the wind.

Lake

water rushed by my boat
I drift along the shore
weeds, fish, turtles, birds, butterfly
share the lake with me
as the sun above watches