Water Words

If you won’t mind
Lend me your drawl this late, tired eve’

Speak into these bones
As a balm

Be my guilty pleasure, if you please
The voice that simply won’t quit

Tuck me in as flowers in a field
Water me, hence, with your words

Still Be

Stepped outside
It’s still enough
Breezeless
To allow me
My fragility

Impatiens still patient
Street lights still willing
At this hour
This darker season
Giving to me

Courage
Calm in my craze
Righted in this firmament
Glad for Sun and for Moon
Still

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.”