Bright Side

The metaphor

of war

comes

too easily

Why

do I see

a battle

in the sky?

Lady Sun

instead

entwines

with sister

lover

clouds

mingling

embracing

in peaceful

contemplation

of morning

Detente

Lady Sun

has made

peace

with the clouds

This morning

they share 

the sky

alternating

positions

in a delicate

minuet

Invasive

We scatter

debris

behind us

empty 

energy drink

containers

plastic bags

cigarette butts

a rainbow

of fast food

wrappers:

the leavings 

of our out-paced

obliviously scheduled

lives

In our wake

nature

slyly

reasserts

herself

grass grows

in every crevice

wind, rust

and time

weather

and wear down

water

seeks

the path

of least resistance:

the one we

never 

follow

Morning

Lady Sun

trails

ethereal

fingers

through

a still pool

of blue

dawn

Minnesota Spring, Redux

Lady Sun

returns

triumphant

arrayed

in a wide skirt

of blue

and green

trimmed with gold

and silver