A Seasonal Minuet
Summertime, however hard it tries,
will always be warm and inviting.
A walk along the beach and dunes
as summer sings like cool lemonade.
Now unreasonable is just the thing,
gets me to wonder if summer is crazy.
Autumn arrives and leaves are falling,
I cannot help but look and touch the
coldness of the first frost, upon grass.
How happy is the blowing snow, do
thoughts of winter’s coming make you shiver?
Enter the black and whites, the color absent.
I think about the horse drawn sleigh,
on the old country lane, snow falling from
the tall pines as we whisk our way to town
with bountiful joy and dazzling memories.
We always wait for the spring, as the snow
melts, we feel the loss like a loved one’s parting.
The essence of Spring touches the heart
each year a dance of frivolity during the rebirth
grass to green, trees to leaves and warmth
upon the faces of the young and old alike.
We bow to dance our seasonal minuet in
these days of renewal and colors returning.
The Realm of Loss
How did the despair become
fluid for clear, dry eyes to shed?
Mother’s passing has conjured
feelings of despair, loneliness,
and into the fathoms of the forlorn.
Why did the burden of stresses on
the heart allow and cause the beat
to finally stop now cold to the touch?
I’ve learned to survive within such pain,
to bear as a heaviness and darkness
conjoining as ripe nectar squeezed from
my mind creates an apathetic stratum.
In times of death or loss, we hum our
dirges and become oracles of peace
while pounding that holy black book
forever coalesced by millions of souls
whom freely gave lives for vindication.
Remorseful, I’ve learned to inhale deep
as I await my turn to be quickly plucked
from that great plum tree of life, ripened
I search for the epistemic loftiness within.