Walking Trail

Where there's a place
that calls my name
from distant days

Where there's us
that climbs in trees
and follows
a bee or butterfly

Few the times
we bridge from yesterday
to the walking trail ahead
holding hands

In between the days we lose
hanging on
to places
that are gone

Not One Letter

Light is gone away
again from these times
wanting

A place not there,
faces
not aware
how closely they follow

Light is gone away
from readying my stay

In the shadow of together,
not even one letter
sees today

Layaway

A surrender to the days
that will not be

Days paid in advance,
a reserved fee

Keeping my tomorrows
from layaway

Not stored
saved or frozen,
this day will be grown

With seeds derived
from live soil

Climate
only the heart
can know