Spring II

I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning
With the sun shining through my eyelids
Before I even knew I was awake
And my ear angled just right
To hear the feather-winged chatter
That I so missed during the months
of wading in drifted snow
     (with my head down,
         looking for something lost,
         though I’d long forgotten what I was searching for)
 
Today I will meet everyone at their eyes
 
Though I know
Spring is a fickle lover
For this moment
I am choosing bliss

On the Shores of Infinite Diamonds

On the shores of infinite diamonds, we were
all bronzed skin and limbs,
under a late summer sun.

Ever gently a rose glow
caressing our eyes, saturated our world,
as light retreated beyond mountains.

On the shores beneath infinite stars, we were
all tender skin, twisted limbs,
surroundings obscured in the dark.