in the pale pink clouds of the sunrisein the purple crocuses, unearthingin the bud of the pussy willowand the bloom of the tulipand the sprout of the daffodils-I see you when the birds sing their song out my windowwhen the rain starts to dance on my roofwhen the park down the street is once again …
the calendar saysthat winter is gonebut her deathly chill remainsyour frozen heart lies in my handsgrowing colderand colderand colderflowers bloomingrobins singingseasons changingbut not for usdawn may be breakingbut I don’t rise to greet herfor even the lightno longer feels warm
I lift my head above the treesthe sun holds my facebetween her hands i feel alive again the boots on my feetsink into the ground no longer frozen but soft, squishy, malleable the pelting raindropsmelt the snowand cleanse a world that’s been brown for too long and the birds sing their anthemlike a balm to …
today i met a woman with wrinkles around her eyesand curly silver hair, and bony shriveled handsshe wore too much blush on her white sullen cheeksand a purple flannel shirt hung from her scrawny frameher back was bent so low it made me stand up tallerand she walked with a cane that looked as worn …
somedays the sun doesn’t shinesomedays the birds don’t singsomedays the rain won’t stopsomedays don’t feel like spring somedays my heart is heavysomedays my eyes brim with tearssomedays my body achessomedays I am full of fear but I know the sun will come outeven when all I see is grayI know my God is strongeven when …