Poem: City Roots

City roots are shallow by necessity
All that pavement doesn’t allow them
To run deep instead they go wide
Spreading out every which way
And what strange fruit is born

Poem: Unpacking Old Things

There’s a lot here to unpack
Years of things put away
Pushed back into corners
Locked away in dark places
Meant never to see the light
Waiting patiently moldering

Poem: LifeCycling

The winter chill slumbers
Under the awakening eye
Of spring in bloom
Where the lonely hours
Of gray days and long nights
Melts before the calls
From creatures stirring

Poem: Spring Rains

The spring rains
Fall cool on my skin
Waking warmth
Stirring hearts
Ready for sunshine
That feeds nature and the soul

Poem: Birth of a Season

The love affair of blossoms
Begins here in April
With rains showers
Fertilizing the things held
Deep beneath the surface
Beginning to grow in yearning