young deer forage for apples
nessun dorma plays on the radio
my neck bones dry-leaf crackle
Tag: spring
skin damage (20170329)
we wear each other like second skins
a tight fit in winter and spring
but in summer we peel apart
all too soon one of us is dragged
into the quick
threatening pain
scars
and blood
if freckles were the only damage
if only
in the spring (20170313)
no gentle spring rains
from the wretched grandfather clock
just the constant hunger for winding
we feed it tension and time
it belches chimes gears and fears
that reek of aftershave
brought tears to my eyes
an empty chair
a thousand sour, empty threats
——
Poem 20160225c
silent birds
there will be no spring
no blossoms
no green buds
to reach for the yellow sun
no signaled ending
winter sleeps
and in his flawed dream
his eyes close
then open
a cold world shot through with ice
white intensity
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Word Prompt #25
(5) Words: | REACH | SHOT | INTENSE | FLAW | SPRING |
Poem 20150331
erupt!
spring out of the earth
a thousand
thousand grasses
a million blooms heavy
with the buzzing
of bees
and the hummings of birds
who have forgotten the words
and soon
soon
the peaches
with their soft fuzz
and their sensual curves
dripping with sticky
sweet
nectar
Poem 20150226
spring is still just a word
though the temperatures soar
into the seventies and eighties
winter is the official season
but you can’t reason with a tree
and i hope the bees are not loafing around
Poem 20150208
the day cools
yesterday was much hotter
than predicted
today seemed much cooler
than predicted
the sky is blue
so blue
so clear
so pure
it’s a verb
it blues so hard
it hurts to stare at it
from my spot
on the couch
i spare it a moment
while i think about
something else
until looking at the sky
makes my eyes water
and i forget what
i was thinking about
Pome 20150206
the grass explodes
out of the earth
in ragged patterns
begging for the mower’s blade
the trees bud green and white
with fresh leaves
and new branches
the flowers that have survived
winter
open their faces
unfolding like flags
we won’t surrender
we reach for the sun
we have waited for spring
and spring has not
forgotten us
Poem 20150102
It’s Friday!
Haiku Friday!
Yes, I know it was a haiku yesterday (more or less) but that’s because it was the new year. Oshogatsu Omedetou Gozaimasu!
five little swallows
hop on the ground among bushes
hoping for early spring
Poem 20141220
let’s draw a map on your skin
whipped cream for snow
chocolate sauce for roads
blue icing for rivers
fresh spring leaves from trees for the landscape
rose petals for every point of interest
let’s study the map
and explore the territory
