Branches

Along the edge
of branches

Hope finds
more
parallels

A steadying

Where winds
grow wings

 

Never For Granted

Never did I know
how past growing
our times
would become

Their value,
to strengthen
by shared smile or laugh,
lightening
our steps

Your part
to play
in my days
became
more to me
than a passing season

Never could I leave
you in the fading,
uprooted, or deny
that we were planted

In that plot of ground
still there,
your life so dear

No never
for granted

 

Glaring

Your greetings glare
enough to wear
shades

Yet in a dark place

Wanting things from me
I cannot possess.

Wanting things from you
that should be
given freely

Fending

for myself

When I needed to find inspiration

or calmness

in the storms
of consternation

For only more and rapidly

move the storm clouds

Abundantly

from your direction