And just like that

It happened the hope

That had been buried

Deep in the ground

Erupted in yellows reds

Blues and pure whites

Like a cascade of

Spring flowers all yawning

Saying here I am

As promised after winters

Heavy blanket of loneliness

But will anyone notice

Oh hey hi there

Stop that it tickles

And then snap pluck

And off I go

Once again someone’s bouquet



As I have gotten older

I’ve become more aware

Of the little things

Having been bombarded by

The grand things of

Life I have sought

Refuge in the quiet

Things raindrops on eaves

The scratching of fall

Leaves and ant hills

That seem to erupt

Overnight through sidewalk cracks

The slower things like

Inch by delicate inch

Of freshly fallen snow

That crawls against windows

And plump caterpillars that

Wind and weave munching

Polka dots in green

On their way to

Emerging butterfly and oh

Yes love as called

Accepting it rather than

Seeking it there’s comfort

In the little slow

Things that simply show

Up for no other

Reason than being themselves

And I taking notice


Spring has once

Again returned here

Trees are popping

April buds like

Crackers at Christmas

And Daffodils Tulips

And early Daisies

Dance in yards

Like robed choir

Singers at Baptist

Sunday church service

Irises and Peonies

Begin to yawn

With short stalks

Of leafy green

Like barren flagpoles

Saul is bashfully

Warm like the

Blushing cheeks of

Teenagers at their

First mixed dance

This is today

Here in Charlotte