Is a new beginning
When the days grow quieter
and the sound of silence
becomes the norm
it can usher in
a companion of sorrow
who feels the memories
and hears the giggles
inside of blanket forts.
When the days grow quieter
and the sound of aging
becomes a ticking clock
it can usher in
the companion of…
How quietness finds me
Quietness has found me
in the lull
between hot, hot afternoons
and this spell
of a cool grey morning.
The lavender calls me,
“come and rest in our faded purple spheres.”
Quietness turns me still.
A nostalgic place
where my soul knows
I am a grey morning
with chartreuse leaves
scalloping a tired landscape…
from an arpeggio sun
The birds line up
on a tired fence
waiting
to soar with the sprinklers
while the rabbits
take refuge
under each bush
waiting
for their evening’s offering
of carrots and apples
next to a water dish
and fresh rose petals too
waiting
for coolness
from an arpeggio sun
burning a door for the…
A poem
Before the sultry sun slips away,
the rabbits gather
one by one
along the edges of nibble and eat.
What awaits them is a treat.
A smattering of carrots
a rose petal salad
apples quartered and spaced
two feet by two feet.
They speak with a twitch
from their brown pooled…
