forget-me-not

There are no forget-me-nots in the garden this year,

perhaps a sign of one who was loved beyond life

has now forgotten his love, after a wordless year.

May Day

May, tis such a succint

yet beautiful sounding word

rolling over the tongue

while we gaze upwards

in happiness of the blue skies;

while we gaze over the landscape

smothering in the greenery

as life breathes once again

on this spring May day. .

springs unfurling - haiku

winters skin begins

its shed under springs warm sun

fronds slowly unfurl

April was a difficult month with horrid cold and ice and snow.  It left me standing with face pressed upon the patio door sighing.  May has arrived, winning old mans winter prolonged battle to remain, and finally there is relief; a relief of life renewed. 

spring song

a quiet night

except

for the Rev. Al Green

reverberating

from speakers

front and back of home,

thumping out

rear windows

into the flooded garden,

tis that type of spring

as his joyous song

serenades me

while I unclog

the sump pump hose,

making the worse

a song of happiness

As long as we remember

fingers swollen

from typing responses

as the reunion draws near,

everyone needs an answer

yet while I respond

their replies are vacant

not reading my own

while I'm trying to resurrect

lives of the past,

whiling a way that thought

but doesn't every life

need to be validated

to declare their existence

whether they lay

in earth succumbing to

becoming compost

or their ashes tossed

to the winds,

no matter,

their souls survive

as long as we remember...