What is your weather?
So delicate and sure
Sentinal of harvest.
What once glowed gold
Now delicately so tender,
Brown and wilted;
Seeds like rain
Fall from your mane
In one breath of wind
Shaken your stand.
Of all the ancient history
Stored in your very seed,
How does each season
Keep bringing you to me?
So that our fields can grow
Yellow in the fond sun,
So that our vase can be
Filled up with royal thee.
Take what you want
Need nothing more
For remembering
For singing song
There was no audience
No standing pride
Call of the monkey
Song of coyote
When the willow
Grows over your head
Look to the weather
Summer’s soon over
Find me in
The falling weather
Temperature dropping
Frost is coming
Always remember
Take what you want
Nothing worth calling
This singing song
Forgotten
Like rotten apples waiting for mouse
Misunderstood by weather patterns
Shaken and jostled
And tossed aside
To be
Forgotten
The weather is confused right now.
Gray skies are followed by white lies
That melt away into the pools,
And trees look like they’ve begun
To shoot their buds and grow.
But freezing weather makes every step
Across the yard treacherous,
And winds howl with such gusto
Makes one think it’ll never be Spring again!
Some days the sun shines
And as I wait for water bucket to fill
I draw moonscapes with my breath in the air.
Other days I take my hat
And stuff it into my pocket
And slip and slide as I make my way
Up the hill for a view
That may tell me, give me some hope,
Of a Spring that is just around the corner.
What have I lost here?
I see snow laid down
Tufts of grass escaping
But blowing madly, violently.
Moments ago it felt complete
As sun’s low and golden hues
Touched my trodden face.
Closed in by enemies
I had forgot to invite
The game of envy inside
Had I known the weather
Would be beating down so low.
Windows rush into my brain
Crying for no pain
Then as release comes alive
A target of surprise
Moments shift into a view
Causing shifts into wind
And slowly what was a gold tree
Looses its leaves in sly
Shut and closed for weather seal
Locked for another season
For weather calls
My Valentine
Present in a box
Gathering storm
I wished no more
Growing straight and clean.
Lapping up a little mess
Flowing down the bank
Muddy underneath foot
Soaking into earth.
When everything around comes to light
Fancies all the shine
Weather takes a lot to grow
Winter of my mind
Can you take me along the road
Fundamental ritual
Carry off a long cleansing
Frosted lies the earth
I cannot remember anymore
What brought me here
Maybe it was apples
Maybe it was the weather
I’m looking for an excuse to stay here
Left over piano tunes
Strolling the evening away
With leather soles and a warm glass of wine
Taking my time
Down the street of no convenience
Well past midnight
And the weather’s been fine
So I’ll stay out here
Walking this walk
And looking for deals in a dusty window
So I don’t have to stay here anymore.