Late Spring Poems

I'm getting myself ready for a Memorial weekend trip to New England to spend some time with friends. It promises to be hectic, fun, and just a touch scary. All the prep leaves me with little time for blogging but I do like to update frequently so what do I always have at the ready? Yes, more bad poetry! Why do I call it "bad"? Ah, another posting---another time.

Equinox

I

Withered leaves on moon-glazed water

A cold stillness mist-rising-

Silence. Only silence.

II

Carved in water

Form and function spent

In silent curling waves

III

Bits and pieces of light

Too faint for sight; too bright for concealing

Shards of unspoken feeling

IV

Love conditional and limited

Wrapped up in prose and yesterday’s newspaper

Staining fingers black

Not today—not today.

 

V

A perfect storm hovering

Green-gray, and ghostlike

Thunder shaking the leaves

Wrapped in an old quilt like a multi-colored cocoon

Waiting for sunlight, loving the rain.