watched
ice
never
melts

from memory
from metaphor
from faith
from sorrow
from time
from seasons
from song
from prayer
from ashes
from hope
from grandmothers
from love
from butterflies
from dreams
from struggle
from growth
from laughter

i am.

may love always shine for you.

happy valentine's day
xox

it happens every year.
usually during the crappiest of all crappy winter days.....

they arrive.

the spring colors.

suddenly, the stores are full of
the perkiest of pinks,
the grassiest of greens,
the mints,
the salmons,
a perfect plethora of pantone prospects adorning every rack.

what do i do?

i fall in love.
and i buy....
i buy in a big way.

and then i put them in my closet
where they wait for warmer weather to arrive....
full of the prospects of sunshiney days and spring in my steps.
until i look at them and wonder......

why, pray tell, do i do this to myself?
because these colors were not meant for me
oh no......
on me?
the greens are ghastly.
the pinks look perfectly putrid....
the salmons......sickly.

i must learn to curtail my color conventions.

i vow not to pine for purple pants.

i believe
in the contradictions......

the uncertainties....

the in betweens

i believe in
the grays of
life.

i've heard it said that
you take the weather with you,
and since i
really can't afford
the extra airfare for hurricanes
i guess i'll just ride
out the storm
and wait to travel
on
a clearer day.

i'm trying
to help my
sense of
urgency
understand
its
sense of
direction

winter casts its
inertia
over
all
things...
like tonic immobility..

i quietly
hide
and wait for it
to pass.

i think that
dolphins always
have a smile
on their
face
because they
know that
they are the stars of
the show,
no matter how many sailboats are
around

i listened
to
the
(s) now
fall
in
(g)iant
sheets of
fro
zen
vap
(or)dinarily
with
little
sound.

bad
santa
jail

the memories'
roots
still
thrive
although
the blooms
withered and
died
long
ago.

we're all like tops.....
constantly spinning.

trying to find our
balance....

we may
spin alone..
we may
bump into one another
but we always
spin on our
own
volition...

afraid to
slow down
knowing
we
would
spin
no
longer.

it doesn't
matter
what you see
when
you open your eyes,
if
the
sun doesn't
shine
for
you

sometimes....
it's
necessary
to
rake
leaves
even
during
a
windstorm.

the trick
is
hanging
on
to
the
rake.

if no one is
listening...
is it
still
a
story?

dogs.

they embrace the oddities
of
man
and still
adore
him
anyway.

i often think
of
the many
moments
that
make
up
my day
and wonder
exactly how
many of those
moments
are
required
to
make
up
my
life?

p is for pumpkin that sat on the sill
and waited for halloween to come
until......
the knife came out, the carving began
the pumpkin jumped up
and
away
it
ran

when
memories of
people and their
lives
can no longer be
contained under
one single rooftop,
they float up
into the sky
and make
rainbows.