My Stone Wall

Bluebirds tiptoe
On cold,
Grey, mossy
Border boulders.

Bluebirds aligning,
Barely grasping
Boundry boulders
Forever defining.

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A Still and Dreaming Spirit

Sasha’s always with me as I write.
Purring, sleeping, keeping
Us warm day or night.
Taking up most of the space,
I see it in her small,
Soft, silent face.

What took you so long, she asks,
To be a still and silent spirit?

I know there was too much to be done,
But what made you fear it?
When it was just below the surface
Brewing, waiting to be released.
Now Sasha opens one eye.
Her purring briefly ceased.
Her soft and silent face
All knowing returns to sleep.

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Longer Days

Longer days,
With leftover sun to share.
Gardens of expectations,
That intoxicating kiss
Of Spring in the air.
Every delight of the season,

Brings that urge to put pen to paper
Without guilt or reason.
A palatable task,
Hardly a chore or a phase,
Made evermore prolific with
Longer days.

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The Mothers’ Tears

Showers glisten like rebirth
To cool the dry and wrinkled earth.
As mothers’ tears appear unquenched,
Spilling off the splintered bench.

Brimming with the morning rains
Streaming down the hill in veins.
The hiss of steam on sun soaked streets
Cooling playful, little feet.

The mothers’ tears descending her face,
Drenched with fear, pretending to erace
The broken heart that’s
Left in his place.

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My Birthday Slogan

“Everything new in Fifty Two.”
He said it often and
Always with a smile.
His joy hovered throughout
My childhood home.
“Everything new in Fifty Two.”
New house, new job, new baby.

On my Birthday I wish
For the kind of joy my father had.
That from now till the end,
In between the everyday problems,
There will be everyday Joy,
Peace and Contentment;
“Everything Zen in Twenty Ten.”

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