It comes
It comes
LOVE IN SPRING
Urgency is consumed
By beauty
Nature dressing
Slowly leafing
Nether parts
Forcing the urgent
Lover to work
Peeling her petals
For nectar
That which
Keeps the world
On its axis
Even as he is still,
Cradled
In her arms
Face up
Under downy-warm skies
He dreams
Youth tangled in nights
And limbs
Images
Impossible to share
Who will understand
In light of fear?
Consider:
The world is no more
A fearful place
Than before
Rather:
We have grown
More fearful.
Still he dreams
Fearless
Nature laughs
Slipping into something
More comfortable
The mornings after
G. Davis-Feldman 6/1/2014FLOWERS TO COME
Waiting for words to come – from the sun
Winter words have gone
Melted into the rain and mist
In a season that dares complaint –
Forcing – muddy
Solemn looks through paned windows
And the worm-fatted robins giving up
Their red breasts against the spring storm
Today
I call the flowers to come
And color with their
Paint brush petals –
Swiping tints over my shortened horizon
A Spring – loud and honest
Quieting the hissing of time
That skulks behind the woodshed
Ignored, for now drowned
In the sun’s blaring bugle
Calling the shy pastel asters and
The State Fair zinnias
To summer’s hot stage
Gwen's World 