Skies’ Limit 

Skies Limit
by D.L.Chilson

The sky’s the limit, that’s what they say.
As far as the eye can see is how far you’ll go.
Skies blue and clear, no clouds in sight,
The path is straight; you’ll go all the way.
Skies gray and dark, storm clouds threaten.
A rocky road will make you rue the day.

The sky’s the limit, that’s what they say.
Blue skies, clear sailing, no effort to try.
There’s hidden danger in the easiest way.
Cloudy skies, blowing winds, shape your world.
Hard work will never lead you astray.
Written for the Daily Post prompt – Sky. 


Rain Water

Rain Water

    • By D.L.Chilson

Rain water

Filling up the clouds
Hanging heavy over head
Growing fat and dark
Ripe with potential

Rain Water

Falling from the clouds
Hitting parched, dry dirt
Granting thirsts freedom
Replenish the earth

Rain Water

Following the storm
Hurrying our harvests
Giving us fresh breath
Relieves the heat

We need
Rain Water


The System is rigged

Some people say

You won’t change anything

By playing their Game.

The System is rigged

Super delegates, Super PACs

Our vote’s not enough

The numbers will lie.

The System is rigged

You can’t change anything

Unless you TRY.

  • D.L.Chilson 4/26/2016, upon the occasion of voting in her first ever primary


Believing in you

Even when faced with another truth

Tempted to ignore the ulitmate

Reality, tragedy, bitter comedy

Always doubting

You can’t look me in the eye

Always wishing you still

Loved me

Crystal and Lace

Crystal and Lace

Swirling, whispering winds
Carrying gentle white tufts
Into the night.
They fall, glistening, shining
Like stars from the heavens,
Gleaming with light.
Their fall swiftly halted
By a rain of liquid ice,
Coating light
The slumbering Earth below.
Then returns the snow,
Fluffy and white.
The waking Earth finds itself
Encased in the clearest crystal
And veiled in lacey white.

An older poem. I dug it out to share today because it’s looking like a green Christmas (or a very green winter) and I’m missing the mornings where the trees are covered in ice and snow.  When you wake up and sun hits them, it looks like fire and ice combined.