Forerunners of Spring

In the bitter chill, in the sing-song Wind,
The undaunted mind blossoms
To stay a’tune to nature’s call
He quivers his poetic strings
And bids the light to bring forth
Its emancipated Spring.

Put your skates on

Under life’s current reflection
There is a light
You can only reach
If you put your skates on
And move in the right direction.

Seeping through the shadowland

The soft sigh of the willows
Seep through the shadowland
Where weeping ferrymen
Steer their canoes through morning dew.
Wild ducks, with sea salted wings,
Migrate through dawn
Shedding golden leaves like syrup fingers
Attaching their palms to the ground.
Cuts in the night sky deepen and
Bleed honey onto the horizon
Herding nightbirds and dreaming children
Back home.