Monday, March 31, 2014

Leave 'em in Stitches

If you look too closely
at life
you begin to see the seams,
the stitches which bind us together,
are not made of a single kind of thread
but are layer
upon layer
of differing threads,
each stitched by a different hand
as we each noticed
what was worth

Monday, March 24, 2014

Periwinkle in our shoes

We mistake this beauty
as a backdrop,
a static scene
against which we play
out our small tales,
believing our foibles
are somehow grander
than grandeur
until some place
shocks the system,
forcing the eyes to open
themselves to the majesty
of an oak
twice our wingspan
which captures our life
in one of its branches.
So we stand,
oak bark against our cheek
and periwinkle in our shoes.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

One Day, in the Woods

I imagine the woodpecker
to be tapping out a message,
which carries over time
and distance
to where Spring's love
lies buried,
by Winter's bitterness
and distance
the woodpecker's rhythm
is joined by the blatting
of the cackling goose
and the calls
of small children
searching for first blooms.
So Spring stretches her arms
and runs a finger
down the back of Winter's neck
and he melts.