spring #15…

i
with the originality
of
all preschool youths
call
my irish setter
red
red
one spring day
chased
me up
one
of
the farm’s
fence post
and
kept me there
that’s
when
i saw
the snake
guess red
knew
a pup
when he saw one
next
spring
we moved to city
one day
when
i was home alone
while
mom
went a couple of doors down
to visit
my aunt
red
bit someone
trying to enter the house
mom
said
she had to
put red
to sleep
i learned
two things
i don’t like cities
and
not all snakes
are
in
the country

 

spring #12…

his timing
and
vision
of the future
was always
somewhat
questionable
so
last winter
when
he ordered
pineapple lily seeds
from
south africa
based
upon
physical appearance
and
its lovely name
few of us
were surprised
when
he darted
from his home
one spring morning
gasping
for air
the pineapple lilies
bloomed
early
in
his basement greenhouse
resulting
in a relationship
much like
his former marriage

 

spring #3…

even in cold rain
they held hands
warmed
no doubt
by
thoughts
of spring’s passion
and
those sweet promises
made before
each kiss
that
nothing
could ever separate them
as
they reached
the front porch
a light came on
and then
her father
opened
the door

 

recurrent…

we linger in dreams
quite aware
the new day has begun
for
sounds of morning
intrude upon
our lover’s conversation
that
conversation
that was
never held
nor
that gentle embrace
an embrace
we refuse to surrender
as light
nudges us apart
too soon
the spell of night
is gone
and
the new day
with its
demands
of
our consciousness
begins to erase
all traces
of the dream
but
at the end of the day
we rush
to keep
an unknown
appointment