I am older
And like last
Years bouquet of
Wildflowers I retain
My beauty though
Different my fragrance
Is gone but
The memories of
My gathering still
Blooms and then
One freshly cut
Bud is added
To me making
Me blossom again
Like the first
Category: Friendship
WoodPecker (to Brandon)
I have knocked
And knocked and
Knocked on the
Door like a
Woodpecker tapping against
A pane of
Glass able to
See in yet
Unable to enter
Until one day
Someone knocked on
Mine telling me
That a window
Is not a
Tree it was
Then that I
Had been understood
And free to
Fly happily then
To a tree
CatCalls
When I think
Of you I
Think of myself
You mirror me
Though different it’s
Like prairie flowers
Recognizing each other
Have you never
Heard the whistles
On fields of
Flowers on warm
July afternoons it’s
Not the wind
But peonies lavender
And daisies catcalling
To each other
NewMorning
The night sky
Glows an iridescent
Blue like trout
Swimming in Colorado
Shimmering with the
Evening stars making
The horizon dance
Like the window
At Tiffany an
Orchestra of crickets
Chirp in harmony
As this new
Day slowly quietly
Twinkles to life
NewSeason (for Brandon)
I watch seasons
Turn I have
Seen the blossoms
Of spring slowly
Pop into summer
And the late
Fall winds carry
Leaves to winters
Carpet I have
Caught snowflakes
On my tongue
And built snowmen
With their siblings
I’ve witnessed springs
Warmth melt the
Dead of winter
Into slippery slush
And rarely been
Surprised until I
Stumbled across you
A new season
