in the morning
while he gazed through glass
the play of light
the sway of trees
in new dressed green
(it is spring
after all)
dapples spread across grass
where the two combined
lovers
at the height of their season
restlessness grew
a feeling inside
of tightness
angsty
in the afternoon
almost beside himself
with pent agitation
he gave himself the push
that urged him
be
still
to let the tensions flow
into thought
his mother
thick wool
where thoughts live
his father
one gasp
and that may be all
the garden
what if the seeds take root
today
where is the trail
that leads through
this winding
which word
to start
this on its way
and then
and there
the poem is done
the mood is light
evening calls
with a smile
sublime
another leg
of his journey
is over
another mood that drove him
fulfilled
another thought
is held in amber
all in all
it’s been another day
all in all
another day
well done
~