Long ago

Long ago


We played in the sun
when dreams once danced in my chest,
a long time ago.

The calm sea listened
when my salty tears first fell
in cruel undertows.

I pleaded for help
as I turned to storm watching,
changing horizons.

Waves voices told me,
“The stranger who was your self,
you will love again.”

Enchanted April

April’s enchantment 
     brings soothing warm rains...
courageous blades of grass 
     reach for sun stolen.
Long roots explore rhythms 
     of gullies and hills

Garden scents breeze through 
     swaying willow chains.

Kaleidoscopic raindrops 
     reflect colors broken, 
hammering rains break
     for distant whipper-wills

Time dissolves in watery 
     windowpanes...
grief and joy are balanced,
     delicately woven.
Turbulent streams flowing 
     through me distill.

Seasonal mist heals over...
     Earth’s damaged veins.
In adoring champagne light,
      flowers open.
Spring quivers in it’s desire 
     to right human ills.  

Hearts together break free...
     from shackles that remain,
lazy woodlands dress in
     words unspoken.
Finally, I find my wayward 
     windmills.