The River Man
at the riverside
I saw arches of rocks
which told the water where to flow
about the pattern, I asked the girl beside me
she said a river man picked up heavy stones, guiding the water downstream
she asked, and he answered with tired eyes
“leaving a mark before I go”
What I would give
to walk with you
through flowerbeds
and grass patches
into riverbeds
lined with stones
on great rocks
and canyons
within deep forests
sounding with bird songs
what I would give
is everything
In the Rain
an embrace
of exhilaration
as we run
the wind toys with my hair
and the thunder quakes my bones
rocking my head to sleep
I am smiling and heavy
happy and whole
in the thick of it
knowing the sun will come again
but it is good here
so let’s stay for awhile
From the field of mulch and needles
The flowers seem to glow
Icicles sprouting up to
The gray that comes and goes
Patch of frost encircled by deep blue
Still here in the cold
And I miss when I could see the
Moon like a hole punched in
Purple-paper skies
But it doesn’t feel bad to wait
Because as the night goes on
The stars peer through like
Roots splitting through stone
And the flowers are still here
Daffodils and crocuses and
My realization I need to learn more
About the blooms I still pass by
Because one day we’re going to have a spring
And it is going to stick
But for now, I’ll just wait for
The next sneak preview
Now that the Michigan winter is finally hopefully over, we can enjoy some warm weather and hopefully some more colors in the nature on campus!
A short post today: waiting for spring
