week 647 ~ not sure I can burrow any deeper

not sure I can burrow any deeper
or keep my impulse to wildness locked in
break through the dirt honeysuckle creeper
not sure I can burrow any deeper
nights are still cold spring’s a heavy sleeper
close your eyes roll over wait to begin
not sure I can burrow any deeper
or keep my impulse to wildness locked in

week 646 ~ the seasons leap ahead

the seasons leap ahead
warm days leak through the cracks
signs of freedom misread
the seasons leap ahead
but I hold back instead
not time yet to relax
the seasons leap ahead
warm days leak through the cracks

Week 645 ~ still here still dreaming

still here still dreaming
waiting for the thaw
spring flowers scheming
still here still dreaming
future mysteries gleaming
though the wind is raw
still here still dreaming
waiting for the thaw

week 644 ~ bright lights close her eyes

bright lights close her eyes
squint out at the world
I’m ok she lies

spring from winter flies
windy night unfurled
bright lights close her eyes

head down she still tries
dodging troubles hurled
I’m ok she lies

still her answer buys
time through dangers swirled
bright lights close her eyes

though she sometimes cries
in dread’s cocoon curled
I’m ok she lies

snow melts pavement dries
questions answers twirled
bright lights close her eyes
I’m ok she lies

week 603 ~ violets poke through dead leaves

violets poke through dead leaves
the optimism of spring still
astounds us as the whole world grieves
violets poke through dead leaves
a wistful soul dreaming perceives
this harbinger of summer’s will
violets poke through dead leaves
the optimism of spring still

week 552 ~ my heart too heavy to carry

my heart too heavy to carry
held in both hands still scrapes the ground
daffodils wither without sound
old memories will not spare me
regret but their loss can’t bury
the vision of leaves blowing green
in a future landscape unseen
where spring patiently waits for me
to understand to really see
what the unconnected dots mean

 

week 502 ~ the parched monochrome of winter

the parched monochrome of winter
fades as flowers punctuate the
landscape leaves unfurl even we
mere mortals take off a layer
of insulation without fur
like newly naked cats bust out
toes exposed in flip-flops some doubt
the soundness of our judgment but
it’s a spring fever frenzy shut
the window why when colors shout

week 500 ~ old lady trees in their youthful dresses

old lady trees in their youthful dresses
pink and fluttery you can almost hear
them laughing at their brief finery as
errant blossoms blown loose scatter clear
the fences float high on a lazy breeze
before falling to carpet the sidewalk
once a year lovely we wait for the trees
to convince us that warmth is more than talk
that the exploding newness of color
has grabbed momentum that seasons have turned
pulling us outdoors where new life will stir
pushing forth green shoots whose names we’ve not learned
yet beyond the fierce cold of winter past
we stand taller breathe freer spring at last

week 492 ~ snow instead of flowers

snow instead of flowers
though we wish cold away
spring is not yet ours
snow instead of flowers
winter’s waning hours
drag on another day
snow instead of flowers
though we wish cold away

week 490 ~ winter turns around

winter turns around
earth breaking through snow
yields green shoots life found
winter turns around
mounds of white melt down
ice-clogged rivers flow
winter turns around
earth breaking through snow