Posted on March 3, 2015 MARCH 3rd It’s still here; winter Marching to that clove of seasons We remain road-kill Frozen, run over by ice and time Clutching fingers stiffened releasing Any vestige of warm memory And all the light That winter allows To see war as it is (Not the misguided Miscalculations of man) But nature’s Mysteries of the obvious Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...
Posted on March 23, 2013March 23, 2013 I know It Will Be Spring I know it will be spring When the geese take up and leave Yes, they’re beautiful graceful things Their droppings though my peeve I resent the season Migration filling skies A calendar with reason Even so tears my eyes Autumn, but a slant of change A casual cool correction Beauty in flight high and strange Season’s savage intersection I remember the sun On its loving summer arc Children ever on the run Sleeveless in the park Grown to love warmth and ease And even winter’s thaw I see the cold an ugly tease Catching me bitter and raw Every day the feathered armada Noisily hugs the shore Summer is persona-non-grata And I want it all the more 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...
Posted on February 18, 2013 A Love Letter to February It’s late I know But the challenge was there Write a love letter I love you because From 15 – south Comes warmth Even as the wind howls Whipping Persephone In lustful agony I think it’s love For I forgive Your harsh cold Dashing happiness On the ashes of my Invincible summer And I do love your silence Not a sound from Letters marching freezing Over snowy mental-scape Defying order Scratching for purchase Among the warm sacred Hoping to build Images in minutes I know I should hold You at arms length You have mastered The look Into my eyes Pacifying desire With a 40˚ faux spring Senses in turmoil Deaf to the rumblings Of interrupted cruelty The ultimate head-fake The warm hand Cold heart The 40˚ offering Happiness Even as you run away Laughing and sunny Hiding behind The cold equation Of the season February, I am blinded by degrees Of hope Even as I know you The Butcher Of Beauty 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...
