Today

Today waits for tomorrow
and hopes that yesterday will remember
the shared hopes of last year
and the promises for next year;

And as today tumbles into tomorrow,
begging pardon for yesterday's burden,
tomorrow yields, as it always does,
and forgives yesterday its stoic constancy.

Yet sometimes yesterday softens
and offers today the hope
that tomorrow's memory of yesterday
will bring with it loved syllables of story.

Winterspring

Hail stones from sapphire skies
and the mind tickled in fine wine
as green tips break their way through tree fingers;
soon the strawberries will be in their prime
and the river will run full-flow
the heat will beat down
and bring with it spring.

But for now watching snow curtains
and feeling hot breath evaporate into icicle air
tries even the most patient,
as winter's last kiss
freezes on the lips of windowpanes
aching for sun.

days like this

what to do on days like this, days when you are reminded that you are but flesh and blood and bone, that you can feel the slow pitch of sick stomach and the dull thrash of sicker heart, days of grey snow skies and the chill beneath thin skin, while the world waits for you to pick yourself up, impatiently, as it doles out the weight of another day onto defeated shoulders.

crinoline creased pleated under flowers of black and blue; nothing reminds me more of how summer is short than the brief hours spent in sunlight, dancing, spinning and losing myself in the heat and the blue...and perhaps the droop of the flowers, black and also blue, their petals falling groundward with the loss of summer sun, summer rain, to keep them on.

Bow-side

Sitting Bow-side
all seems slower smoother calmer
and looking far to building-tops
soothes eyes tired of close walls
and as people pass time moves visibly
in steps breaths and words
it's good to just sit
and let it go by.