Tomorrow In The Wind

Hidden deep within the trees

a whispering tomorrow

Buried in their shadows

voices fall and take new breath

 

The midnight wind blows silent

carrying hope into the future

Words caught up and venture forth

to seed unspoken times

 

New spaces wait, the inkwells full

as prophets guard the entry

The mistral gales of seasons past

new zephyrs push away

 

Stanzas form, the future saved

as yesterday approaches

Saplings rising, breezes felt

—new forest closing in

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022) 

Awaiting Your Call

Can you speak to the masses

will your words cross the line

From youngest to oldest

will listeners opine

 

How many octaves

can sing out your tune

Is it seasonal only

or July until June

 

Is time to speak kindly

of what you espouse

Or pile like kindling

as scraps from a house

 

The listeners are out there

awaiting your call

Their ears to the ground

—will you bend to enthrall

 

(The New Room: June, 2022)

 

Bird In Hand

Money for today

but not for tomorrow

Bees in the bonnet

cows in the barn

 

Poverty lessens

the weight of ambition

Our wishes and dreams

back burner to warm

 

Love for today

but not for tomorrow

Feelings with shelf lives

 spoiled by date

 

The moment usurps

each hour an orphan

Whose bird in the hand

—neither early nor late

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)