Linger Winter

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And it’s then
That I’m forced
To ask myself
Of what consequence is it to me
That winter wishes to linger
While elsewhere bares its shoulders

As I consider whether to be pained
By pinstripes wider than these 
Or the loss of the starboard side’s oar
I recall 
The daffodils that dance each morning
The strong Challenger on the horizon
The Saturday swims with a mermaid

Elsewhere, bare your shoulders

Mind’s Eye

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If asked to tell the picture,
I truly like this place.
Here’s what to see:
there’s he and she
with no desire to race.

They’ve siblings of all colors
who lend or need a hand.
They give and take
and music make
in Brotherhood, the band.

Oh, and there’s a hammock
they take it everywhere.
Cities, mountains,
beaches, badlands
and with the weary, share.

On fortunate occasions,
they visit and have games,
share food and drink,
then do and think
and recognize their sames.

And of their differences
-what’s not to celebrate?
From those they’ll find
the lifelong kind
of lovers, friends and mates.

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