Acrobats

 

Leaves somersault

Just a flip or two

as if stealthily

making an escape

from 

the newly melted drifts

Lanky oak leaves

and maple leaf hands

A ball

of hydrangea blossom

How far

have they tumbled?

Where will tomorrow's storm

carry them?

Fresh Snow

 

Like

a million

ice suns

scattering

from my footsteps

myriad mirrors

reflecting

blue sky

the air

a river of chilled

stillness

Yesterday's

gray day

and long

dark night

forgotten

A trillion stars

fell

leaving their light

behind

Myself again

 

I go

looking for

myself

and find

my father

wandering ahead

in autumn woods

camara dangling

His mother

standing

under trailing roses

in a dress

that blooms

with yellow flowers

My mother's mother

who would forgo

a cool shower

to water her roses

wilting

in summer heat

Here

Under the blue sky

I feel them all

our mutual love

for the earth

welling in my throat

and I am

myself

again