Like the spring
Came to winter
The thaw began
And warmed everything
That turned cold
Life began again
With one door
And one smile
Followed by rains
Of conversation and
Laughter and cajoling
And I bloomed
Yet once again
Like the spring
Came to winter
The thaw began
And warmed everything
That turned cold
Life began again
With one door
And one smile
Followed by rains
Of conversation and
Laughter and cajoling
And I bloomed
Yet once again
I’ve been asked
What’s a friend
How do you
Know who is
Or even which
One could be
A friend is
A favorite book
That you’ve read
A dozen times
That you quote
In troubling times
That book that
Somehow is always
Reached for or
Lands in your
Lap or bed
Those characters and
Those stories and
Those adventures that
Make you believe
There is something
More than you
They’re the last
Person that you
Think about as
You fall asleep
Dreaming of them
One of God’s
Greatest treasures and
One in which
We hardly recognize
Is simple caring
That outstretched hand
That warm welcome
A howdy do
Even a quiet
I love you
I have been
Very very lucky
Someone always cares
About me somewhere
It’s their caring
And not mine
Which helps sleep
Come to me
At my bedtime
Love is grand
A Verdi overture
A twirling waltz
With ball gowns
And black tuxedos
Love is sultry
A Chopin concerto
Written for piano
Violin and harp
Delicate and wafting
Floating high above
Until it lands
Like my fingers
Upon your lips
Love is sweet
And slightly bitter
A dusted nutmeg
On the foam
Of a latte
A bittersweet chocolate
Surprising at first
Disappearing into joy
Love is quiet
And horribly mournful
That wet Autumn
Day when the
World cries too
Knowing you’re heartbroken
Love is everything
Love is simply
Everything to everyone
Like a duck
On a pond
I have heard
The winds song
Time to go
It is saying
This isn’t home
Home is there
Way out there
Beyond your imagination
Here is where
Home let you
Be before you
Eventually get there