Cycles

echoes in the repeats

the ripples, the riddles of life

from the newborn cry

to the marriage vows

whispered under the setting sun

the rising moon waxes

watching the living pattern

as the waves crash down

the same as they always were

but new

Written for dVerse

Rise

I float – bob, bob – dip and drift

in a silk lined balloon

apricot, lime, and amethyst

pooling against the clear cerulean sky.

Secured tight to the colors

by the soft chiffon of starlight

held up by the blazing fire of my dreams.

Rising high.

Written for dVerse

Winter's Demise

Crystals of ice

Are the birth of spring

As they seep

Melting away

From the sun’s fatal ray

Buried in the ground

Moist crumbles of soil

Where the crocus

Rise from their graves

Green shoots first

Then purple heads

And the daffodils

Bloom yellow

 Written for dVerse