Blooms

An explosion

of color

fragrance

and texture

a frozen

firework

suspended

in the hot

blue

of spring

tipping

to summer

Looking up

By chance

I looked up,

lifting my head,

clouded

with concern,

and am reminded

of what is behind

this gray haze

of worry.

Light will burst

from behind,

not unexpected,

but forgotten

Serendipitous Meeting

Blinded

by my self-imposed

schedule,

not running late

but

arriving

perfectly

on time

to meet 

your blazing face

Lady Sun

Resuming

Nature

feels no shame

in beginning again

counts no time

lost

but

engages fully

in rebirth

rebuilding

renewal

Only 

in the moment

Only

in season

Conversion

Winter's 

frozen energy

has transformed

into 

Spring's torrent

Ghosts

Grief

the origin

of every ghost story

perhaps

Grief

the image

in the corner of the eye;

the echo

of a voice

in the ear

just your name

or the memory

of a laugh;

the absolute

conviction

that returning to 

a certain place--

a grave

a hushed church

an expanse of rippling grass

dotted with wildflowers

or the banks

of a spring-swollen river--

will return you

to your lost loved one

or your loved one

will return

to you

Waiting

Winter’s

bitter return

strands us

enveloped in cloud

waiting

blinded

groping 

for faith

buried

somewhere

under a fresh layer

of ice

and snow.