Monday, August 31, 2020

if you can
take comfort

in the change of seasons

even snow
will eventually
become tulips

*

thunder

I have missed you
more than you’ll ever know

the sun
can only say
so much

*

are you

as afraid
as me

when you
first dive
into sleep

*

a bit of magic
before dawn

here I am

watching
the Space Station
cross the sky

*

to the bird
near my window

I know
you are not singing
for me

but thank you

*

bruised

is how I would prefer
to remember

your hands
when striking
my flesh

*Published in a sense of place (the cherita book 39)
**The first two cherita were designated as a cherita lighthouse (editor’s choice)