Tag: poem

She Smiles (in the Breezes)

In early Spring, there blows
a cold breeze still,
And sings, the birds
on leafless trees, their song.
The season’s scent,
in moss only, resides.
So still, the lily-
of-the-valley hides.

But we’re getting
better everyday.

Our legs are getting
stronger as we walk
And hearts are getting
warmer as we talk.
Add sweet vanilla
ice-cream in the sun:
All signs that winter
fades against its will.

Coffee Stains

I’m like a bird,
unsettled, fluttering
With the unraveling
of my mind and heart.
I think that crying
might be a good start,

I’m diagnosing
if it’s them or me.
Maybe I’m just thinking
a little too hard.
But thinking hard?
That’s an “M.O.” for me.

To try to right myself
out of the haze,
I’ll try to write myself
out of this maze,
While rolled into a ball,
soul sputtering.