weathers
warmed the life in woods
and worn through ways
the weary greys
Birdsong in overcast
and grasses resume the
green
and rising shoots of color
stray their faces to the sky
resuming the life slept beneath
their seasons
while others fade

more the welcome to the sun
and longer days beyond this
sheen of bleak and damp
walled within the quieter year
where even the crows are walking
attending to the quiet of their meals

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A bound inseparable
Is what you brought to the table
Our love a dove exchange deal.
Peace, it signify but between us,
is a product of constant crisis
In time there is change
in space there is size

when time and space first met,
little was known
their union brought about so much change,
today what is not changed is
what has never been known
Creation takes time and space to
have its face
existence is in time and space
what is known is what is in time and space

I
The car windows wiggle down
And tattooed arms bloom in traffic;
Spring, a charcoal nude among iron,
A syllable in the crowd.

II
With breasts of a Ruben’s Venus
The clouds of spring hoist
Their changing continents, a
Tongue of perfume in their hearts.

III

Gypsy cherubim, swingled
In your trumpet’s muscle;
This judgement of rhythm
Intertwined with honey:
Spring, you jazz bee hive.

As spring creeps in with softened hue
She’ll silence winter’s roar.
No trumpet loud gives him a clue
As spring creeps in with softened hue
To execute her timely coup
In this eternal war.
As spring creeps in with softened hue
She’ll silence winter’s roar.

She then and now

WHEN I was young...
she made tea and coffee for me

now when my hands shake
she yells at me

can't you even add sugar properly
now she is training me

old age is a curse
we all depend not on poetic verse

but on times gone worse
from a sparking skin
to wrinkles

when she did smile
I had tears of joy
now as I grow old
she toys for words
why don't now come tears

Today I heard a robin sing
heralding the coming spring
A song of exultation to the sky
an ode to earth's awakening

I saw a willow on the hill
It's branches greening in the sun
and all the earth seemed hushed & still
sleeping streams began to run

I heard a softly rising breeze
whispering through the grass
singing through the still bare trees
waiting winter's chill to pass

We've been through the years of youth
with passions hot as any fire
when my skin was clear and smooth
and love was equal to desire.
I oft recall those days.

Later came the family years
raising sons and still in love.
A time of laughter, sometimes tears
yet love won out push come to shove.
Together we worked through that maze.

Now we're back alone once more
children gone yet still in love.
We barely glimpse that final shore;
inevitably it draws near
as the future clears through thinning haze.

Time is a healer and softens the pain now I’ve lost all your loving charms.

Yet nothing consoles me when I remember, the warmth of your loving arms.             .                  

A son for grace after a long time in labor
The pains of labor will kill a man twice
The strength and endurance a woman has is
Divine
Mothers we love you
Grace your labor is not in vain
In rain and sunshine you toiled
In pains and sweet tears
Push-push its been you giving me pushing me out of troubles
Giving me life, protection and affection
A son for grace, 9 months the other ladies carried their babies
But decades have you carried me mama,
A son for you
I would be

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Travel through time with me now and remember the hopes and the fantasies
Think on the dreams we had then, in those days when the world was so young.
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