Imprimatur

Her eyes delivered change;

An imprimatur

of life itself

New and forever-

Shameless

in passion-

Hopeless

In love.

 

Two Souls

Two of the hoariest souls

(an ancient mariner and an old dog)

found themselves estranged

from their youthfulness 

and so, they shared their only  possession

- the cold

pavement in each other's hold.

Both too venerable to lie

yet, vulnerable to die.

Blades

 

While being April -

can a miscast fit

in May blooms

and yet, remain artful

throughout the frugal

days ahead as gossamer

blades that need the wind -

In the First Person

Why not in the third person -sitting

there alone with nothing to say - thinking

memories are narratives  - remembering

and verse vague in the first and second of reason...

However, reminiscing happens in the first person.

Dawn's New Face

 

The long day's last light

offers the soul a place

where to sleep the night

until awakes the dawn's new face.

Primrose

 

What rose so prim? 

A pink flower it would seem.

Rebirth of Spring

 

Green is hope; 

purple is passion

and the yellow is existence

of a rebirth of Spring.

One Grace

 

Sky - mountains - water

distinct in every way

yet, blended into this place

three faces ...

distinct in every way

yet, one grace.

Oh Winter!

Oh! Winter be on your way

Isn't the sun's ray your lay?

While today snow is your delight;

Spring's calor will have its greening rite.