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...

Spring arrives

Spring winds blow briskly

leaving remnants

of ice and snowflakes strewn

upon the frozen ground.

The thoughts of old man winter

still permanent our souls,

never wanting to leave

fearing his loss will be missed.

We now rejoice in his defeat,

those icebound for months,

now regale in a higher sun

thawing the earth.

Fare thee well old man

a winter of our discontent,

for brighter, more sun shiny

days are ahead of us.

Sun kisses - Haiku

rising sun's warm rays

draws moisture out of snowbanks,

springs vampire kiss