Keep Fallin’

I am ashamed at myself

For truck headlights I’ve studied from the front porch swing
That turned-tail and ran

For flowers I’ve cultivated from the heart for us
That went wholly uncherished

Heavy rains pour down
These dancing feet now dampened

I am ashamed at you

Homecoming

Homecoming flowers forthcoming
Feel no absence of my hand
Neither plead with some clock that I’d take time
Nor beg my eyes to see them stay, faithfully

We dance simple, together

I take my vow to let them
Take my breath away
They take their vow to make me
Run happily home

Wisdom Kingdom

To turn the mourning to a song
To claim the weather was your choice
And all the ache a beckoned friend

To want no more than what is now
To plant the flowers among pests
And seeds of doubt in yesteryear

So then, with wisdom, kingdom come

Get Understanding: A Haiku

we, Flowers, able
despite the adversity
to rise up, to thrive

Original thought credit:
Proverbs 4:7-8 “…get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding. Exalt her, and she shall promote thee: she shall bring thee to honour, when thou dost embrace her.”

Define Alone

We are alone, but looking less alone these days, these nights
A bit oxidized, without a second pair O’ eyes to tend to things too
And of gardens, flowers and florals seem to be in season into perpetuity
Libraries, are we, arent we?
May our posterity, should they someday see it so, pity us none

California, Again

It’s Winter when he does this, so I buy myself time and find flowers somewhere. Color-filled, with thorns that draw my blood which proves I’m alive and not here to stay quiet and blind. These flowers, I cannot help but clutch them in desperate remembrance that it’s Summer somewhere. I was born in the Summer.