Sunny day
It’s been a while
Since I’ve been outside
And enjoyed
The sun
A bit of warmth
On a cold winter days
A joy
A habit
That should return
To keep blues
And grays
Away
And to keep
Motivations
Flowing
To some extent
Through the season
– James Dubeau
Sitting at the coffee shop
Beside the windows
I wonder how long
Until my gaze
Across the bay
Isn’t paired with memories
Of a walk
Along the lake shore path
While figuring life out
On that summer day
Full of turmoil
Knowing what’s right
And knowing which path
My heart would be led
Watching the waves
While standing close
And the setting sun’s
Brilliant colors bared
Behind the cityscape
Blanketing us
– James Dubeau
One more day
Out on a walk
Outside
In the cold
Ten degrees
Feels like negative two
Stretch the legs
And the mind
A chance to get out
Of the granite tower
And unlock the cage
On my mind
For a chance
At freedom
– James Dubeau
Had a thought
While out on my walk
A thought to remember
A good thought
A productive thought
One that would make
My pen flow
Across the page
But alas
By the time
I returned to my desk
The thought
Was
Gone
My pen
Could not write
All that remained
Was the memory
Of having
A thought
– James Dubeau
Today will be
The last day I’ll walk
And scribble poetry
On my daily escapes
From work’s crushing grasp
Into nature’s caress
Temps dipped below twenty
Fingers froze to the pen
Freezing lake winds
Overpower a weak sun’s rays
I cannot write outside
Not through this winter
Willpower and motivation
Must force the pen
To find warmer refuge
From winter’s chill
In those fleeting moments
When I could escape
– James Dubeau
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