Poetry
A Child Watching Snowflakes
Look at the snow piling up
Noiselessly, and ever so slowly
Maybe it will climb up to my mountain window
And block out any light.
The flakes are big now,
And float down,
Like many parachuters in the sky.
Some landing on the soft pine needles.
Some tumble down to meet their friends,
To join in and talk about
The flight down.
Fall
The leaves race,
Like children at a school yard,
Enjoying themselves,
For their season is short.
They migrate to another part of town,
Ignoring the danger of the cars
That speed by.
They laugh, playing their games.
Then, one hits the metal grill,
And shoots up, far above the hood.
He gently falls to the street,
Lying still,
Like a mortally wounded animal,
Then laughingly,
With the surprise of the wind,
He hurries off
To gain the lead.
The Magic of Fall
Fall is in the air
We lie in your bedroom
Leaf by leaf
Button by button
The tree sets you free
We talked of love
Branches completely bare
You wore only your locket
Red leaves on the ground
Fire burned between us
And fall surely is a magic time…
Clouds
Where does a cloud go
When it disappears?
And a rainbow,
After it has sprinkled
Its colored dust invisible.
Where does it go?
The lovely pattern
Of a snowflake after melting in the hand.
Where does it go?
Where do all these things go,
After they leave us?
To the graveyard of beautiful things,
Where no one can follow.
The Fence
Paint was white, I think
It hardly stands.
It can long do its job.
It serve a better purpose now,
For it keeps no one apart.
Pines
Pines from inside,
Held bulbs from their limbs.
Electric candles stood in windows,
Burning orange and blue.
When I was seven
I remember those quiet walks home,
As snowmen watched
With their black eyes,
And naked trees
Acted as torn umbrellas.
And as a fine snow began,
My life was a rose
Without thorns.
Velocity Addicts
Traffic in the city.
Hard to breath.
Hard to move.
Must be and accident
Up ahead.
As you pass,
You see a car
Turned upside down.
Someone’s mother.
Someone’s daughter.
Another sacrifice
Is made
To the freeway.
Things speed up.
You press harder to the floor.
The car sucks in the white lines.
You turn up the radio.
And as you pass
The smoke from the wreck,
You wonder what will be for dinner
As you hear the sirens wail,
You wonder what’s for dessert.
As you see the ambulance speed by
You wonder what’s on T.V. tonight.