A Change in the Weather


It is amazing how the seasons change

when you give up feeling burdened by the rain

when you let the sky spill its wrath upon your face

and embrace the rage like a friend who went away

when the steam from your skin

speaks the fire of your bones

singing long forgotten volumes

in seasonal tones


Window Glitter


The way you walk

mirrors your talk;

a being dancing on window glitter.

Streams of light,

beaming gleefully at the end of a Spring day,

warming my feet

and lightly touching my sleeve.

But you are not real

my Springtime love,

who only exists in my waking dreams.

You are the shadow of the Sun,


floating through my fingers,


and yet unseen.