Each Spring
I watch the Honeysuckle
Tendrils burst green with life
Climbing and twining across the trellis
Communing with the witch hazel branches
Optimism incarnate is the Honeysuckle
It’s flowers friends to bees and butterflies
Their scent a gift on hot summer nights
as peaceful as the firefly’s glow
The goose flapped its wings
To grab my attention
As it floated with its gaggle
On the slate grey Hudson
“I’m here! Where are you?”
For a moment I was there
On the river bank with the morning wind and the clouds
Whispering of winter
Breathe In, Breathe Out, Count
Nothing is unbearable
Breathe in, Breath Out, Count
The boy prince rages
His stone prize in silence sits
Inside throne room walls
Spirits reaching out
Hidden behind trees and brush
You have forgotten
So curious man
Consciousness from nothingness
Darkness just beneath
Emptiness Alone
The vessel not long unfilled
The Hawk wheels skyward
NYC is dead
But many bike lanes abound
So that is quite nice
Beyond the grey thoughts
Perceptions of happiness
Out there to be had
Eyes dead and empty
Above a black cloth mask hiding
A smile cruel and thin
