Sunday, June 17, 2018

Father's Day 2018

Hidden in the depths of memories are a few shafts of light
Sharing a single source, like the points in the night,
Building snowmen armies guarding forts from assaults,
Pencil on paper, checking the math to be sure it’s right,
Guiding hands on tools and toys, neck ties and gear shifts,
Curve balls and fish hooks, shoe shines and shaving cream,
All lessons learned by young hands and mind,
Actions and attitudes established and refined,
Always with love and a firm hand from time to time,
Always an example, a model for life and living,
Struggling and sweating, not always winning,
Thank you for giving so much for so long,
For sharing your weaknesses yet remaining so strong,
Not a day passes that you’re not on my mind,
Happy Father’s Day Pop, it was a great ride…

Friday, April 13, 2018

Maybe Tomorrow

Last night’s snowfall disappeared slowly, struck by the shallow sunshine falling from between the gray cloudy masses sailing slowly above
Swirling cold seeps in the open window bringing a frigid freshness unlike the spring sunshine from yesterday
The stripes mounted on the front porch billow flutter n fly constantly, eventually wrapping the pole only to be unwound and forced to repeat their spinning dance
The cold and the darkening gray and the constant flapping mix with a decades old playlist murmuring in the background, masking its intent
The muted daylight begins to die forcing the sky to shades of blurred gray n muted blackish blues signaling the end of the day which seemingly never really started
Wandering the inside shadows without direction finally reaching the comfort of flannel and quilting and burrowing deep beneath them
Maybe tomorrow will fulfill the hope of a warm bright start followed by hours of accomplishments and successes, maybe tomorrow…

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Simple Spring Storm

An urge to step out into the night
Watching lace curtains of crystals fall through the street light
Beginning to wrap the tops of the spider leg branches
Covering the walkway with a wet sheen reflecting the glow

Hiding in the dark void, a comforter of white billows over the ground
Adding scattered starry sparkles that have fallen from above
The thin opening in the front window pulls cool breezes inside
To the accompaniment of an occasional slushy traveler on the street
Not the harshness of winter’s voice and frigid wrap
Just a simple spring storm, led by gentle drops that became crystal wings
Spinning toward the ground beneath the black gray abyss above.