shade
on a hot afternoon
sun
on a chilly morning
the heart wrapped and protected
then opened with a welcome sign
seems we want love
and everything else
when we’re ready for it
but oh
the weather of this world
and all the others
comes delivered
without any warning
with a mere glance leaves tell you how they feel I’d like to learn the finer points of body language something more than just the “Hi” of a person’s stem
the birth colors of mesquite leaves or baby’s skin something with the tint of innocence in the scheme of emergence translucent spirit not a shade darker
it rained late last night leaves cleaned green and dripping wet a dog shakes itself the pen’s side of life same struggle for survival poems find heroes the big black raven perches and picks at the tra