Summer’s Gone

Drops of luminescence beat the ground

After a cold night

In a Spring sun

 

I awoke with frost on my heart

Warm, tired tears

In a sunless, embracing bed

 

We always seemed shocked and angered

by the snow’s fall

After a pleasant day

 

I’m done being fooled by the chill,

by the icy words

that follow a once enchanting summer

Among the Living

White petals curled in afternoon sunlight

Rutilant eyes, surprised by morning’s gentle crest of

Whispering, echoing bird calls

The urging tickle in your throat;

The throbbing longing in the chest;

A coming of age for the soul to drop

Those dampening robes of complacency

To join the simple song of humming cars,

A trickling stream, two lovers’ dreams, and kids on swings

To be again among the living

and breathe the purity of euphoria