Seasons To Mourn (+3)

And no summer came…

 calendar frozen, cold winds still in play

And no summer came…

the birds and butterflies staying away

And no summer came…

 expressions of love buried in the frost

And no summer came…

seasons to mourn every day that we’ve lost

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020) 

Reaching Out

They just want to feel something…

the audience again new

They just want to escape time,

for a moment then, or two

They just want to know you care,

after what the past has cost

They just want you reaching out

—touching something that they’ve lost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)

Resonation

Poetry,

not read with the eyes

or listened to with the ears

—when spirited through the soul

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

Deeded Ground

Never let the words

 take you

Where a feeling

—hasn’t already been

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)