Short Poems

12/24/1998 – The Moon
The moon still rises
beyond the sun crested sky
with the soft white clouds
easing it’s silent decent.

12/24/1998 – My Sadness
My sadness falls
like sand through the hourglass,
sifting through my body,
leaving emptiness behind.

04/16/1999 – Fear Not
Fear not what comes unknown
Love what you have
Hold it with both hands
Waste not the joys of today.

Paul W. Walters