Now The Answers Will Come
Morning charcoal wakes them with her silent fury.
Tawny finch and cardinal friends compete for crumbs.
Ceiling fan quiet still its dusty blades stalled up there.
Nature gentle whispers tender soothe the aged oak.
Rolling doors bang, slam and howl down at the tracks.
Them on motored rubber dare the signal cries out red.
Sirens scream like arrows pierce billows toward the smoke.
Angel five on her birthday skips merry off to school.
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The season tries a different road.
Forked.
Which way to wander?
Am I swayed unto the summer,
Coerced there by the fall?
Vanilla picket fence runs ’round where
daisy blooms paint verdant meadow
stirred them ‘neath a southern breeze blows fickle,
pokes and pelts a restless heart.
I pray of thee
invite me pause
there rest aside you
whilst I dwell in thine embrace,
try snare each moment ‘ere it flees
where hearts like rustling rivers whisper,
their gentle spring come-hithers beckon.
Let them not be lost unto the night
there where him of her his silence pleas,
“Give thine hand to soothe mine sorrow,
rub me clear of all regrets and faded recollects,
unlike youth long gone to live in yesterday?”
Tangled tether ties us to our hopes,
new season sows them, bloom today tomorrow’s seeds
in fertile bed where guiding light assures
No need no more to wander with our youth.
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‘ERE DAWN
I sweat an angst of present blackness.
Ebony chokes tight against my hurried heart.
Thoughts bitter bubble up breathe putrid ash
And drain a molten cornucopia.
Soliloquy
I beg a remedy quells all taint of fears.
Pray darkness light relentless shines the Truth of them,
Shudders, shakes and spits out all the lies they cannot hide.
I pray quick comes the roaring stillness tells the dawn survives.
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