Today

I watched you break away from the tether that bound you

Bobbling haplessly into the heights 

Guided by wind’s unseen current, this way and that

Until the chains of gravity could not pull you back

I watched you become

A contrasting pinpoint in the clear blue 

Rising toward the sun

September

She wears her mood
like a robe
bright, bold
dark or dusty
and with it
she colors the world

June

She is lightening
in black sky
a roiling sea
measured by leagues
a river, with surface glass
and rushing flow beneath

May

In you I came to know birth and death
neither remembered nor explained
an ellipses
space only guessed

April

Ants crawl slowly on the cold tile floor
of a place I’d rather not be
I watch them move somewhat pointedly but
in no particular direction
Disorderly confusion, actually
I am lost and searching
and they are lost and searching
over the expanse of marbled squares
for some small crumb to carry home

March

Roads to somewhere are always lined with dead things once headed
north, south, east or west of where they now lie still
the living pass the gaping mouths and fixed eyes
without thought to their own fragility
or how this road beginning
is something’s ending
to begin again as something new

February

You began the conversation with
“We need to talk”
but talk is the last thing I wanted
I knew it signaled the demise of the silence
that held things tightly and neatly in place
It would begin the process of unboxing
which is messy, in words
Our winter come to end
in dignified formality
you were gone

January

You were cold when I met you
with bitter winds and sleet that chilled the bones
and stung bare skin
Etched
but beautiful and dazzling
sun on shards of broken glass
a blizzard, a tumult
a beginning

Keep(her)

I wear my heart
not on my sleeve
but dead center of my chest
for all to see
a few to fill
some to love
some to lose
and some to break
And that’s alright with me.

Seasons

You are winter wind
that bites my face
and burns my lungs
Fleeting and painful
in the moment you are here
and in the next,
gone like snow that gently melts away
in springtime sun
Returning as the leaves
of summer green
and put to rest
by autumn darkness falling
a memory I live again

Like seasons…