The Tulip Choir

The tulip choir of April performs in our front yard

It's not quite the final run through but more of a tease of what is to come

The choir of altos, sopranos, oh the sopranos and a few tenors is splendid

They sway to the left today with the tapping of the golden beat

They sing

They sing

The melody is bright and brings a glistening to my morning

They are not shy but know they will go back to the green room tonight

The choir will grow in numbers tomorrow as more travel the long road 

They will sing again tomorrow and the next

But soon, too soon, the song will fade and the music will quiet

Until another day next April when they will perform for us again.

R.a.i.n.b.o.w. Speaks Softly

driplet from the sky

yes, driplet

come toward my vibrant breath

violet is favored today

yes, driplet

I feel like playing

driplet my sister

yes, driplet

without you I cannot see

indigo is willing to sing

yes, driplet

I wish to speak after you today

driplet my love

yes, driplet

you hold my hand through the storm

scarlet is eager to show

yes, driplet

I long for our short walks

driplet my friend

yes, driplet

I will embrace every bit of your spirit

yellow, orange, green, now want to talk

yes driplet

I arch my shoulders back and wave goodbye to you

She Sits

she sits on the blanket kicking her feet like a teenage girl

she sips her water now and eats her carrots

she can feel the moisture of the ground soaking through

she seeks the blueness of the sky

she wants her path to unfold

she hears herself giggle as the robin hops curiously past her feet

she looks skyward to make sense of the clouds

she wants to know who she is to be

she knows her heart well

she can’t move from the blanket

she waits as the wind begins to move

she breathes in all that is in her

she sits on the blanket now moist with dew

she sees her reflection and how her hands have aged

she finds herself hoping for a path she knows is inside

she searches within

she sits on the blanket enjoying the blessing that is

I Sit On My Blanket And Breathe

An airplane is testing its controls and landing gear

The school-yard is filled with lunchtime recess and voices of youth

A bird, perhaps a morning dove or wren, voices its thoughts for the day

The aspen buds have bloomed and wiggle with joy to be born in this day

Six lilacs await their birth, not to be rushed

The bee spirals through this space seeking color and scent

And I,

I sit on my blanket and breathe

An ant tries to greet feet resting so still

Strawberries attempt to find their path through the fall’s leaves so brown

A birdhouse waits for its family to return

A crimson pinwheel spins in the yard nearby

The clouds swim along their way against the blueness so pure

A tree sheds its tiny blooms all fuzzy and grey

And I,

I sit on my blanket and breathe

A heart is longing for direction and purpose

The beating can be heard through the wind

Breath fills the soul with goodness and light

And the sun captures the beauty upon the shadow near

Trees and grass wave to each other

They know where to go and how to be

And I,

I sit on my blanket and breathe

Where I Stand

I stand here happily on Friday.

Taller than on Monday.

In the light I stand on Tuesday.

Back into a routine I stand on Wednesday.

Thursday, I sit, instead of stand.

I stand no matter what may come my way.

I stand to show strength.

I stand to move forward.

I stand to be me at all cost.

I stand to learn from five days that past.

I sit now, to reflect on where I stand.