SmileSmile

I’m a fool

Once again caught

By the gaze

Of a smile

Beaming from behind

Mischievous eyes like

A cunning dog

Knowing that I

Will step closer

Then bite at

My touch but

So I must

Not because I

Wish to be

Bit but because

I still trust

Those beautiful smiles

Knowing that one

Has twinkling eyes

OverAgain (for Julian)

Let us play

You bring your

Trucks and bulldozers

And I’ll bring

My pail and

Shovel let us

Create something something

Different time and

Again let us

Play house sitting

Down for tea

And crumpets expressing

Dreams and desires

Over and over

Again let us

Let us over

And over again

MorningsParfait

The mornings sky

Is heavy with

Cream like my

Mother shaved off

Milk and added

Strawberries for breakfast

Thick with dollops

Of clouds the

Blueest of blueberries

Begins to peak

Through as they

Did when I

Was a child

Not knowing my

Mother buried them

A sweet surprise

HappyFatherDaddyDay

Fathers and Daddies

Men that teach

Guide and groom

Boys to men

One day a

Special day recognizes

Those things passed

Down like a

Baton in life’s

Relay race sometime

Dropped yet always

Finished remember those

That made you

You

Happy Father/Daddy day

Morning3

The air this

Morning smells like

The crisp piney

Cedar aroma of

My family’s cabin

In northern Wisconsin

The small one

Room cottage was

Surrounded by tall

Pines and cedars

Which shed needles

And bark perfect

For a crackling and

Aromatic camp fire

The inside of the

Cabin held a

Musty smell until

My mother and

Grandmother swept and

Mopped the locked

Up smell behind