excerpts from a forthcoming collection
Full Worm Moon
crawling through the night
as the robin returns
soon you will fade
bringing spring skies
and sunny days
when the robin
hunts in grass shoots
for your earthly sisters
and sings to angelic clouds
floating in a blue-grey sky.
copyright 2005. all rights reserved.
Full Snow Moon
Full Snow Moon’s last blast of chills
foreshadow springtime’s winsome thrills.
Hungry faces hide away.
Snow Moon glows on southern bay.
Tiny buds begin to toil—
muscle through liquescent soil.
Snowy Moon winks at winsome spring
and blasts chilly kisses—farewell to winter’s fling.
copyright 2006. all rights reserved.
Fall is half over, but winter insisted. Yesterday was arctic. Jagged clouds threw crisp blades across a blue-grey prospect. Polar winds crushed ice on my reluctant skin. Leaves peeled from trees, exposing a season of squirrel havens. But that was yesterday. Today…. Today was a lark. Wispy white puffs spread smiles across sky-blue shadows. Friendly winds melted my cold mood with solar wit. Robins rose in sun-kissed air as if warm days were forevermore.… Tomorrow, who knows? Cold front, warm stationary—no matter. Leaves will scatter, birds will sing … and I, rising from the other side of night, will wonder how a love that warms like a sunny day can turn and blow as bitter as winter wind. Is this a passing season? Maybe Spring will say.
First published in Ink to Paper, Vol. 5. copyright 2020. all rights reserved.