Lift off

“The night-time shadows disappear 
and with them go all your tears…”

~Marsden – Marsden – Chadwick – Maguire

Another drop

 

Headache

Sky gray

A swathe of wool

covers this day.

Yet each hour

is for keeping

and for listening

to the rain.

Time will seek

its certain passage

when memory

unravels,

relaxes,

and like the wool,

slips away.

  P.B.

Morning Poem

 

Untie the package of this day

with gentle hands

for what’s inside may bite

or sting,

refuse to bend.

But if you find its contents sweet,

savor what you can

and take its fragrant memory

as you travel into night.