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)

Obey

the mountains call us
with their peak views, quaking aspens
(listen for the call)

i’ve tried hard for grins
as hard as they are to earn
(teen reality)

her party stayed dry
despite stress, rain, tent set-up
(smiles al around)

a rare, masked smile 
his first roller coaster ride
our life’s hills, splashes

entrepreneur 
winning with her lemonade 
even as a teen

three-thirty a.m.
my oldest’s footsteps. good steps.
intentional steps.

this is not a moon.
this is a lunar eclipse.
(Super-Flower-Blood)

and she’ll be gone soon.
(no early-morning steps).
and i. am. eclipsed.

shadows of loss win
the afternoon shines bright.
(we still have our moon)

the best time of year
is strawberry-rhubarb pie
(yes, it's a season)

baked by my daughter
the sweet and sour combo
shines as bright as spring

my perfect symbol: 
trying so hard for peaches
even while dying

graduation day
bleeds into normal doldrums
(life's quick, painful truths)