though silent; sullen;
in soft flakes we see ourselves–
river-melted; lost
return of seasons
we sometimes wish had left us
(fragile reminders)
yet the buds survived,
bringing petals of new hope
that can’t be melted
Author: lovizmytrio
Snow Plow
a white-knuckle drive
brought my sister through the snow
back to my heart’s home
The Splits
mental gymnastics:
ten more minutes with kitty
and soft pink sunrise?
or rally for work
with no soft fur or soft pink
to stretch out my day?
stretching’s a challenge
when the world can be dark
with soft beginnings
Petals and Flakes
according to spring,
all blooms should be center stage,
frosting our city
but the forecast? snow.
a different white, just as soft,
but not so gentle
shoulder seasons suck.
i’ll wait for summer, sun-drenched,
blooming from within
Parenthood Is…
a strip club of sorts
sprawled across a tile floor
waiting for a buck
This American Life
how many hours
does an average adult lose
to pointless meetings?
Patio Therapy
fifteen years later
we’ve shed skin and given in
to a new season
a simple purchase
buys hundreds of outdoor nights
in this land of love
Love this Block
our new house beauty
lies in small flowers, short walks,
and friendly neighbors
We Always Want What We Can’t Have
moaning indoor cat
dreaming of an outdoor life
full of danger, joy
Spring Forward
lunchtime park escape
from testing, planning, grading…
budding trees refresh
