At the edge of winter Promises of spring flowers and Rising temperatures with sunshine, Ice hangs from the eaves and Lies in wait, nearly invisible ————-still, that Makes the daily walk to the mailbox An exciting dance of life or death Yet a welcome break in the routine
Truth Reappears As the days and hours flow Night and daylight blend Sunlight bows to moonlight Flowers bloom in my imagination Only to transform themselves Rest for a time again Melding reality with impossibilities All has become new and beautiful Tied together by love I rejoice with this new world Once a barren, endless plain Now filled with possibilities
Very loosely based on the Day 18 prompt from the Cuyahoga County Public Library. I am not sure that I’ll go back to rework this after NaPoWriMo is over for this year. I do know that I do not write poetry in four-line stanzas.
‘topics not under discussion’
sometimes I turn around to see
as though from outside human space
the larger patterns…masked by lies
then my heart catches…forgets how to beat
and I find myself hoping that it won’t
remember…how to start itself again
in the longer run the gifts I wield
will make no lasting difference
all will die quietly…fade away in sleep
what I can achieve is to be present
in this moment, acknowledging each
thing that lives and care…until we’re dead
As I write this poem, I am listening to an ongoing spring blizzard that has delivered over seven inches of snow, so far today. We expect another five to seven inches before the storm ends. The tulips and daffodils long since emerged from the warm, damp grown. I am trusting the new snow to protect them from the wind and icy rains still to come.
I have looked at photos from previous years, and April snows are not that unexpected. Still, it is strange to be confined to house and outbuildings by snow drifts, when at the beginning of the week, I was outside barefoot and without a jacket.