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

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
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