Author: Karen

i did not hear my Summer pass

the faintest rustle

in the grass

one moment

i had turned away

to search for what

i cannot say

an errant paperclip perhaps

a thought

misplaced

on crumpled scraps

so now

i follow

hard and fast

i cannot let my Summer pass

i shall know her by the Frost

for who can bear

a Summer lost

karen

Lauren’s Song

the light has passed

but green is evident

and gold

and the stop sign

at the end of the road

the neighbor girl is singing

barefoot on the grass

“alleluia

alleluia”

karen

See

here are Robins

orange breasted and brave

flying at each other in a rage

but See

they are here

See

here are Robins

orange breasted and brave

a trifle thinner than last year

but See

they are here

karen

illustrious

as grass

in silken waves

the lilies of the field

who measure gain

in golden hours

and in rain

karen

somewhere

between

here and there

lies Peace

a breath of green

a glimpse of light

the scent of earth

of pools

deep in the forest

alive and singing

somewhere

between

karen

intolerable

impermanence

we pause

and carve our names

a futile gesture

in the end

for even stone

knows

change

karen

when corn stalks rattled in the wind

ears full and golden as plenty’s horn

when horse chestnuts

smooth and lustrous

sans their skin

were the only wealth we would own

when the snow geese formed and flew

caroling another season gone

that was when

i walked with you

feeding squirrels

scattering kernels along the stony fence row

that was when

karen