Spring around the corner
Spreading all it’s heartfelt warmth
Reminds me of your touched embrace
Glowing readily, evermore.
It reminds me of a melting snowdrift
One drop at a time
Collecting a little puddle of water
Soon to be overflowing
Slowly trickling down
Small valleys that gather more,
Filling up so quickly
Like the coming season nearer
And my heart when you are here.
Tag: puddle
End/Begin (day 2866)
Compression is an alibi;
Dense earth puddling
And flowers suffering
For there is no space to grow
Until Worm makes its way
Casting its gold
Into trueness of soil
With no damage plan
Becoming the end of the road.
Eve’s Glow (day 2644)
The Moon walked me to sleep tonight
Slowly down the road
Splashing in partially exposed puddles
Reflecting Eve’s pale glow
My echo rumbled deep within
And off unseen giants skin
Ursa Major reared, head ablaze
As I found my bed to tuck in
Never Liked (day 2485)
I can remember where you went
Like sandy memories
Slipping out of an upturned shoe
Into a little puddle
Waiting quietly beside
The mudroom floormat
That I never liked, anyways.
Island Dribble (day 1962)
My island leaks
It dribbles uncontrollably
On passing dolphins
And soaks mosses
That covers hardwood
And little squirrels
That come hither
Jump and play
In each their puddle
Falling calmly
Upon dark rocks
That take away
My islands dribble
Holy Boats (day 1956)
Blame not the recharge
Left slowly puddling into a dark corner
Of this uneven hardwood floor,
Nor should holy boats
Hold these oars tightly so.
Thee witness’ callused palm
Scrapes dry a soiled seat,
And a martyr hangs listlessly
As townsfolk carry on.
Mild wind blows a crooked sign
Making rust set within,
Harder then an open wound
Stronger then the sun.
Setting Sun (day 1730)
I am sorry for the overdraft on expenses
For the withdrawal of complete funds
And exercising my options.
But I’m not.
I’m lying and it’s not a puddle of sadness.
I’m drowning and it’s not because of the waterline,
It’s a challenge and that’s just alright.
Cause Momma’s pullin in six figures
And Daddy’s got a gun
And I ain’t coming back from paradise
‘Til long after setting sun.
Little Puddles (day 1626)
Mystify my soul
Let letters drip down nectar
That wash away
– Pause. Dramatic Pause. –
And let tulips become beacons
Of this desire,
Leaving little puddles
To splash in
Every day.
Rainy Day (day 1621)
Measuring droplets
Unfolding and shaking
Skipping puddles
Wander (day 1521)
Do you wander with me?
Do you stretch skyward
And lick your lips
In keen awareness and focus?
Do you step lightly
And avoid puddles
And identify trees and shrubs
That each have purpose?
I want to be you,
And am you.
