In this most gray and lifeless sky Filled with chills and winter winds A tiny hole has pierced the dome Letting in the blue
Amonst the stirring storm Woven with thunderous threads And stitched with electric needles Glimpses of spring play peek-a-boo In the dense and heavy hues
Behind the dull facade Of swirling winter's rage A renewal of promise and hope The earth shall be anew
Retirees stoop with forked knives attack those dandelions before the gray seedheads explode my sweetheart's grandmother from Texas sent the boys out to the lawn to bring in the treasured greens for dinner I made dandelion wine once from a meadow's worth of yellow in a Canada spring My granddaughter exults while her hurricane breath sends every bit of fluff on a journey
Blight That’s what they called it Neighbors walked by and told the City They tattled on the weeds Tattled on the home with the unfenced yard The home not hiding anything Not pretending to be better than it was
This home was Doris and Francis’s Built for them and the birds looking for respite Rest was given and found in the two-tiered concrete birdbath, carefully moved from the hillsides of Diablo The plants with their once-green leaves were put into the earth purposefully, Planted for the future.
The letter said to get rid of it all The tall golden stalks The broken stems The dusty blossoms and downy pods, Dried and waiting to disperse in the gusts that make people wince Blowing away to settle and grow.
Pull them up, take them out or risk a fine. Placate the neighbors Increase the value Don’t forget about curb appeal.
Hemlines long, then shorter Sunglasses and tennis whites Bicycle bell swimsuits Ice-cream social and the covered bridge Kids in picture frames.
It wasn’t like that when you brought me here. Those kids drive sedans and are thinking about retirement now. They wave when we walk by, so we wave back. We are tourists for the weekend, trying to keep each other warm with cold beer and incandescent light. A color. A sweetness. A season.
Floorboards bowed and rotten Everything from then to now But out of order. Spiders came and went with winter And the river took the rest.
In this most gray and lifeless sky
ReplyDeleteFilled with chills and winter winds
A tiny hole has pierced the dome
Letting in the blue
Amonst the stirring storm
Woven with thunderous threads
And stitched with electric needles
Glimpses of spring play peek-a-boo
In the dense and heavy hues
Behind the dull facade
Of swirling winter's rage
A renewal of promise and hope
The earth shall be anew
I love it!
DeleteA+
DeleteBeautiful!
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ReplyDeleteNice
ReplyDeletefragile leaves
ReplyDeletepaint sidewalk
after rain
Ive grown up with
ReplyDeleteall kinds of loved ones,
neighbors, friends, cousins and. acquantances~~ brothers,sisters
grown,
growing
growth
life - live
let live
it
takes
all
kinds
of
love
♡ for
people <3
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ReplyDeletethis bird
ReplyDeletefollowing me
up the road—
a flick of the tail
and a long whistle
at each new perch
Retirees stoop with forked knives
ReplyDeleteattack those dandelions before the gray seedheads explode
my sweetheart's grandmother from Texas
sent the boys out to the lawn
to bring in the treasured greens for dinner
I made dandelion wine once
from a meadow's worth of yellow in a Canada spring
My granddaughter exults while her hurricane breath
sends every bit of fluff on a journey
Blight
ReplyDeleteThat’s what they called it
Neighbors walked by
and told the City
They tattled on the weeds
Tattled on the home with the unfenced yard
The home not hiding anything
Not pretending to be better than it was
This home was Doris and Francis’s
Built for them
and the birds looking for respite
Rest was given and found in the two-tiered concrete birdbath,
carefully moved from the hillsides of Diablo
The plants with their once-green leaves were put into the earth purposefully,
Planted for the future.
The letter said to get rid of it all
The tall golden stalks
The broken stems
The dusty blossoms and downy pods,
Dried and waiting to disperse
in the gusts that make people wince
Blowing away to settle
and grow.
Pull them up,
take them out
or risk a fine.
Placate the neighbors
Increase the value
Don’t forget about curb appeal.
“The Cabin”
ReplyDeleteHemlines long, then shorter
Sunglasses and tennis whites
Bicycle bell swimsuits
Ice-cream social and the covered bridge
Kids in picture frames.
It wasn’t like that when you brought me here. Those kids drive sedans and are thinking about retirement now. They wave when we walk by, so we wave back. We are tourists for the weekend, trying to keep each other warm with cold beer and incandescent light. A color. A sweetness. A season.
Floorboards bowed and rotten
Everything from then to now
But out of order.
Spiders came and went with winter
And the river took the rest.