The Tall Firs Are Dancing Today

The tall firs are dancing today.
The wind blows their foliage back and forth,
Like a sea of hands waving at a parade.

Below, the just sprung tulips try to hide.
Petals sealed tight, they weather the storm,
Like little turtles hiding their heads from danger.

Water drops fall from the sky.
Their pace is sporadic, but their onslaught is relentless.
Like warriors, they eradicate all that is dry.

Underneath blankets, I lie.
I want to dance and have a parade with the trees.
Like the tulips, though, I hide.

by Cody McCullough

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Photo by Elizabeth McCullough

Day by Day

Day by day,
I sit and feel this pain.
It is sharp.
Like a blade,
Pressing against my back.

Day by day,
I sit and wonder
Where it comes from.
Like Rodin’s sculpture,
My thoughts are deep.

Day by day,
I sit and feel this pain.
It is relentless.
Like the hands of time,
It never ceases.

Day by day,
I sit and wonder
Why I can’t walk away.
Like The Thinker,
I am stoic and motionless.

by Cody McCullough

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Photo by Elizabeth McCullough

The Mystery of Time

Time is a mystery.
Some say it doesn’t exist,
Others point to evidence all around.

Like a tree falling in the woods,
I say, It does indeed exist,
But only matters if you are there to see it.

by Cody McCullough

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Photo by Elizabeth McCullough