the most perfect park
the most perfect afternoon
marred by words, actions
my innocent girl
who only wanted this day
not a broken mom
but it's just a blur
one day bleeds into the next
watered with defeat
High Water
weather
Dawn’s Climate Crisis
you can feel the heat
creeping into the photo
burning from within
Not Haikus
i used to write poetry
broken lines, imperfect syllables, heart
so hard so imperfect so fucking bright
like the blue sky trying to break through and taunt a hailstorm but instead instead
instead
it's just ice
not the rain we needed to cool us in a heatwave
just ice
tearing through my well-tended garden
stealing the blue sky
steeling the blue eye
and ruining me
Flatiron Fresh
summer days beckon
drinks on rooftop patios
(mocktails for the kids)
the cold creek calls us
with shade, icy refreshment
from the sun’s harsh heat
and these cousins bond
under summer vacation
(our home is their heart)
Rhubarb Rules
what you don’t see here:
picking rhubarb in the rain
for salvation pie
Spring Forth
a midnight rainstorm
brought early this raging creek
and stole seed-planting
yet, cycle views burst
with blossoms of spring color
saving the lost day
Springing Forward
blooming badminton
(a few moments of teen peace
before bickering)
Renaissance
all i want today
is to watch the sunlight shift
on these reborn blooms
the blue-sky morning
can't capture a year of loss
(oh Lord, that sweet scent)
yet afternoon light
so perfectly shines rosy
(ends this hell-frost year)
Yet, We Face It
snow showers plague spring
with their heartless reminder
of cold’s endless reach
No Goals Here
perfect skyline view
from this lonely bleacher seat
(as cold as your words)
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