Blanket

Blanket

I pull it 

uptight

around

my shoulders

I snuggle down

warm

around 

my shoulders

I love it

spread

down

my torso

I am warm

Bud

Bud

Green

ripen

explode

bloom

seed

Bud

To Bed

To Bed

I don’t want to go to bed

always forced there before 

I was ready when I was a child

Now he tells me “go to bed”

I don’t want to go to bed

I love the night with no one

but me riding with owls

through black velvet sky

as I wished as a child

I love bed

I love to sleep deep

but not too soon

I don’t want to go to bed

I want to ride the night

hobgoblins witches owls

Cold

Cold

Slivers of ice run through my veins

every time you show me hostility

it freezes my brain and heart while

all the time I tell myself no reaction

ice fingers squeeze my ribcage

I have no control over my feelings

unless I want to be an ice cube 

Night Sky

Night Sky

Just past dusk

the sky is a special blue

a color indescribable

egg robin blue perhaps

all else is silhouettes

black trees against intense blue

On the horizon the sky

is peach and stars dot

weakly for it is still light

I breathe in the beauty

peace of dusk tonight

as stars begin to pop

Lost in joy to be alive

existence on a planet

revolving on its axis

I ride the circle

observe light changes

and season slants

Weeping Willows

Weeping Willows

Weeping Willow bends

flowing branches full of leaves

cry into creek beds