Alarms are sounding.

The wind is wining through the trees,

sounding like the ocean

pounding against my house

as the big waves slam

against the walls,

as I sit mindful typing

words that describe

the hurly-burly going on outside,

for inside peace presides,

and in the warmth,

I listen; realizing how lucky I am

that I am one of the few

that enjoys these luxuries,

and waves are pounding,

the alarms are sounding.


2 thoughts on “Alarms are sounding.

  1. yea… and along with these I love kicks….
    this love, marriages, blah blah looks mundane after a certain…. all that keeps me going is kicks ­čÖé

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