Uncut

A two-edged sword is perilous
If you don’t have the arm
To wield and not be dangerous
To those you mustn’t harm

While those that have a rigid sole
Despite what they prefer
Will sometimes walk with less control
Unsure when bumps occur

A tale without some twists and turns
Can sometimes entertain
But a true experience seeker yearns
For a plot they can’t explain.

Kiss of Spring

The blades are cut
That frozen rut
Is finally behind us
Fresh leaves expand
Across the land
And breezily remind us
It’s time to bloom
And shed the gloom
Our tulips red and vibrant.