Updated: May 13, 2021
The trees sit proudly with their hair on fire.
They laugh at us in the rain,
Water playing over their faces,
Wrinkled wisdom splayed over their backs.
And we begrudge the opportunity to collect their treasures,
Which end up in a heap by the curb.
We lament the gold that should have lined our pockets
And watch it scatter, giggling, a windfall no more.
witness the assemblage
as it wends
I used to think grief was a cloud,
Grief was the wind roaring loud,
Grief was a weight holding me down;
It was the shoe, I was the ground.
Now I see grief as I float on my back,
Stars on the way through rivers of black,
Grief shoulders no fear and flows through the mire-
It is the walker, but I am the wire.
Two frogs float amid the reeds, ensuant battles set to fill their vacancies.
Red rock deserts long lain parched, sigh as rainfall swells to quench in March.
Owls grow quiet in the witching hour, observing wolf-song praises of the dark devoured.
Wisteria waft their heady scent, masking poisoned bitters buried in their depths.
Critters regain ground to build their dens, lest we forget who first invaded them.
The (Unintended) Malice of Joy
Happiness looms, deep and threatening.
I ask the sky why the sun went soft;
The prospect of this storm is frightening.
There is no thunder, no fanfare, no lightning.
I want to curl up with a cup of tea and tell it to buzz off.
Joy feels like pain when it is a stranger
And we look for faces that are familiar.
It isn’t magic; it feels real, so real.
Ancient and timeless, it is a legacy;
Archaic relics and ruins have been passed out like currency,
Stories as old as our history.
When you put your money where your heart is, not in your mouth,
If your tastes might change.
You might bet on yourself and believe in your worth;
You might have a fighting chance, a chance at rebirth.
Yesterday was a good day.
I ask about today, the possibility of what could be,
If I can get out of my way.
Cold hearts stir
And we brave the wicked wilderness
With hope in our hands
Extended to the sky
Catching the light
As we open like flowers
And root like trees
One breath at a time
Thank you for joining me. I am so glad you’re here!