Robine's Poetry

          

Chinook
At times a fierce lion
stalking his prey,
weaving, dodging, waiting in lay.
At others, a mouse so meek
He hides from his shadow,
Skittish, and wary,
straying from battle.

Sometimes he’s a teddy bear,
Soft, fuzzy and worn,
Ready to cuddle
Tucked up in your arms
Sometimes he’s the sunshine
On a grey winter’s day,
Elusive as the warmth
Found in those bright rays.

Wonder
I look to the horizon and all that it holds,
And wonder the truth of all I’ve been told.

I think of the future, of what may come to be,
And wonder what it holds for me.

I close my eyes to dream of tomorrow,
And wonder if the new day brings sorrow.

I open my heart to all I hold dear,
And wonder what I have to fear.

I free my mind of its chains,
And wonder at all that it gains.