This Snow

light swirling flakes dance in the air

in no rush to reach the ground

appearing peaceful 

unfettered blankets all around

apologies if I am missing the beauty

maybe I am reading the signs all wrong

april’s pandemic snow 

is challenging my efforts to stay strong

I am drawing the curtains 

blocking the light this morning brings

with tomorrow’s dawn

I’ll give things another swing

Pulp

this is my song

yet some of these verses

were not written by me

mine is no cautionary tale

heed your own warnings

but feel free to sing along

I was getting pretty good 

about feeling bad

a rut had become my groove

things I planned to do 

stared back from in front of me

hopes remained of leaving them behind as memories 

highways led me 

gravity always 

brought me back

who is recommending 

this correction

that has me cautious and concerned 

if I could only fly

I wouldn’t need

to run and hide

Not All It Appears

dear life 

I’m holding on 

where do I begin 

have you forgotten hope

that still resides

in that place you hide

the devil you know 

has not burned them down

existing in mazes

wandering back and forth

searching for north 

time will lead

the only way out

feeling a loss, but

was it ever really there at all 

time can make you feel small

it’s quite alright

this is how it goes

if you knew it all 

what would the words be 

that set you free

would you trade

the debts you paid

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Spring’s Sycamore

halting me in stride

you line nature’s catwalk

majestic and sprawling

massive at your base

wearing mottled bark

gnarled and knotty

early spring is flaunting 

your naked beauty

rambling at your peaks

having accompanied generations

hollowed by time

a trunk offers storage and shelter

with summer’s haze I will return

after leathery leaves have unfurled

providing canopies dense and lush

in your shade and bloom

I shall sit 

and breathe the air

Every Single Time

I’ll keep turning pages

and passing the years

lips curling

eyes welling

every single time

stories written

captured here

in bound books

cracked with time

memories line the pages 

sending scenes scrolling in my mind

I’ll keep turning pages

Tripping on Raincoats

winter’s frost has soaked into the soil

peeks of green poised to rise

neighbors distant, out of sight

buds sit upon the branch

forgiveness ready for bloom

but where are all the people

feeling stretched beyond our test

barely able to cover our sensitivities

friendly faces all inside

days are coming

to relax the tension 

side by side, we will be again

Ramblings After Midnight

while all around you seems to be standing still

tides continue to ebb and flow

the march of time 

unrelenting towards tomorrows unknown

when we knew no better

how did we walk and talk 

remember those wishes held inside

houses built into homes

hold us somehow different now

trappings seem invisible these days 

habits broken can set us free

moving too fast 

to appreciate the moments

is no longer our excuse

lists can be erased 

rewritten from a view 

often buried

by the fevered thoughts

standing in the moonlight or the sunshine 

what are we afraid of

if it’s too early or too late?

can you ever remember

it all spinning so slow

no longer dizzy

focus towards the promises on the shelf

there is a message in a bottle 

floating on the sea

on its way to you and me