week 231 ~ the weather doesn’t know what time it is
the weather doesn’t know what time it is
and midnight won’t wait because it’s raining
for they exist outside context like spring
and though we know they’ll soon be gone our wis-
dom never saves us from regret forget
those similes the ones you planned to write
step out onto the knife’s edge where the slight-
est breeze changes your perspective don’t let
Mother Nature scare you or Father Time
they’ve got jobs to do and so do you but
their parameters are more diffuse shut
your eyes inhale the sweet constraints of rhyme
daffodils are blooming and you’re older
good enough reasons for dreaming bolder
This is one of those poems with a bit of a “spring in its step”…very enjoyable.
slpmartin
March 16, 2013 at 1:22 am
Thanks, Charles.
mairmusic
March 16, 2013 at 12:08 pm
Wow! Goes to the heart of things.
Jamie Dedes
March 16, 2013 at 1:48 am
Thanks, Jamie– it’s interesting to see what is coming out of the stew of family for the past couple of weeks.
mairmusic
March 16, 2013 at 12:10 pm
weather acts same way everywhere!
Sharmishtha Basu
March 20, 2013 at 2:27 am
That’s true.
mairmusic
March 23, 2013 at 7:10 pm