*April Comes, She Will…

For those who are unaware…
April is National Poetry Month
Write for prompts, write for fun, write for yourself ~just write!

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2014/03/31/march-31/

“Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place,
search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

*April Comes, She Will

Preparing for another journey
another beginning, albeit on paper
for me a well traveled road –
those pages leading me astray, away…
and then, once again, happily home.

©JP/davh

*April comes, she will,
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain…
~ Simon and Garfunkel

another listing registered

another listing registered

is a consistent, possibly a flooding rain
better than accumulated chilling snow?

most of all day, continuing throughout the night –
sometimes less, other times torrential drumming

still dark at almost eight; as the dry birds hidden in trees
attempt to call the dawn; though their quiet flute notes barely

reach my ears – allowing me to roll over, sleep, slip into the
visions of dreams, escaping yet again, the start of this present

another day to put yard work on hold – time for inside chores
cleaning, cooking, laundry, writing – attempting sense of reality

my whimsy flimsy interpretations are not the net of a fishermans cast
so I have no abundance of sound sustenance to feed my body or soul

just the fortitude of a to-do list that is not dependant on the weather
and some very large grains of sleep-sand to clear from my eyes…

©JP/davh

Flighty

Flighty

The coven of crows cantankerously cawed
the dawn of the last Saturday of March awake,
way too early they murdered the chances of
anyone who was attempting to sleep in!

Circling the sky, briefly landing in the maple,
arguing directions like group of tourists without
a map; they didn’t even stop for breakfast at the
bird feeder – perhaps they already had coffee?

©JP/davh

Side Glances

Side Glances

reality can be a steamroller –
age (getting older) is that number
that just keeps on adding while
at the same time subtracting

he sits at the table, eating dinner
his hand is a tad shaky
bringing the spoon to his mouth

We aren’t thirty anymore and that
can be a good thing but it also
means the holiday table is missing
some faces, though gained some new

she sits at the table, eating dinner
knowing the dishes will be
cleared and set …again and again

another calendar month draws
to its completion and the season
keeps trying to change, to spring;
subtracting age while adding life

©JP/davh

bazaar business

bazaar business

the snow has melted
yet two hearts brace
for the cold front of emotions

as the seasons battle for supremacy
two hard heads seek a soft way to knock
tugging and swaying on lifes’ taut rope

for the warmth that has drifted
as the fires were left to ember
as ash flew as smoke rose

tugging and swaying acrobats trust
that they will eventually get to the safety
of that other side and settle back down

blood pumps sometimes
racing uncontrollably with fear, other
times with steady calm knowing

©JP/davh

handouts

handouts

goldfinch returning
believes spring is blossoming
delights in free seeds

from the bird feeder that the
squirrels have chewed seeking food

not content those with
four feet, to forage on the
ground – getting leftovers

squirrels have found their treasures
depleted their winter stores

those greys will chaise all
manner of bird; dove, jay, wren
cardinal and chicks

©JP/davh