Jim Milks Poems
Flower opens in the sun
A world is reborn
Warm sun on the ground
A flower growing stronger
Life under the sun
Flower drifts to gentle sleep
The world is resting
Blankets of cold white
Flower hidden from the cold
Life waiting for spring
© JPM 11/13/08
My Bald Head
I can show it, I can hide it the choices abound
it is my head, my own little crown.
It shines in the sun and glows in the night
I could even paint it, oh what a fright.
My baldhead shows age, wisdom and might.
A lifetime of living written above
my bald head is mine to have and to love.