The caged bird

You spread your wings too far apart and flew too close to the sun.

You looked for other ways to live life and saw none.

Now you sit isolated and all alone. All you have is memories and visions of home.

You lie awake restless and wondering when you'll see this place again.

You want desperately for someone to open your cage so that you may flee, to spread your wings again and to be free. Fear not , your day is coming soon.

Take heart to all the lessons you learned in your cage so that when your freedom comes you may bloom.

For freedom is but a state of mind. A cage is just a room.

I dedicate this poem To My father, and all other prisoners and parolees in the U.S penal system.

The worst part is already over brotha's and sista's.

Keep ya head up. All you have to do now is live righteously and you can't fail.

 copy right 3/12/12 HLH

Autum prelude

Now Hear the rustling leaves.

Feel the cool autumn breeze.

Listen closely and you'll hear the wind whisper a tale.

Night sets in and it chimes it's bell.

Nature awaits in readiness as it prepares to sip from life's harvest well.

The elixir will be potent yet relaxing.

Soothing the body from ware and easing the mind from taxing thoughts.

Accepting all that and remembering yet releasing all that has been lost.

Down the frothy brew.

Let it trickle slowly down your pallet.

Savor every sweet and bitter sip.

Let it flush your cheeks and tingle your lips.

Now tilt your goblet and raise your neck to gaze at the dusk drenched sky.

Give thanks to for this blessing.

Kneel and be humble.

Aspire to be great.

Embrace all the seasons miracles.. both great and small

Turn your inhibitions like the color on leaves.

Bare witness to fall.

copyright 11/1/10 HLH