Waiting for words

When the winds come and the leaves fall
I stand under the willows and wait.
And the water rolls past
My seat of green grass
Where I grow words and the hour grows late.

March at the lake with a toddler

Wet clay clinging to your little shoes, making you lift them comically.
Wind snatching at my flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and the tails tied to fit you.
Your little fleece Elmer Fudd hat, firmly velcroed under your chin.
The great blue-green lake, the bright blue sky, and your grey-blue eyes.
One spring chilled nose bright red against a pale young face.
Hands lifted up in balancing straightness, echoing the wideness of your smile.

Square peg

Do you want to be my friend?
I promise I will try to fit in.
I will make my free spirit bend
To your strange ideals.


Dedicated to Ev

Liking

I am full of lovely butterflies,
Each one a happy thought.
They twirl and swirl, and flutter, fly,
They make my face grow hot.

Insomnia

Tantalizing tidbits
Thinking
Sleepless nights

Proprietary dilemma

If maiden's sweet propriety
Will dare not lift my eye to thee,
Do not think me coldly hearted,
Merely less than boldly parted.
For where your manly step is grand,
Such dainty feet as mine can't land.
Within our staid soci'ty's bounds,
I must keep to gentler grounds.
But with what looks they do permit,
My heart and soul I do acquit
As hopelessly attached to thee,
Far beyond cold propriety.

Knowing

I reached out my hand,
Bloodstained,
Impure,
And touched the perfect
Soft dun fur.
I ran my fingers over
Smooth cream bone,
Elegant branching points,
Carefully honed.
I felt your broken body,
Savior, Redeemer,
In the saving body
Of a broken deer.