FOUR POEM ABOUT DIFFERENT THINGS

      MOTHER

House made a home

two kids, her own.

Work five days a

week.

Sun-up, sunrise,

to evening’s moonrise,

stars shine pale in their

course.

Now crown her

Queen for a day.

    SNOW

There is snow

in the yard

snow on the hill,

snow on the neat

tiled roof.

There is snow in the

sky raining down on

us. We stand in the cold

looking up asking “WHY”?

          EZRA

Ezra Pound sat with

pen in hand,

and a ½ consumed bottle

of gin, it was his only friend.

Smoke curled up

through his hair

from the cigarette ash

poked in his cheek.

He writes his entire life story

chiseling it in

black ink.

“Here read”. he says

Pushing it

toward me.

It will take a life time to read,

perhaps two.

“Then read quickly.”

TAN HANDS

The snow falls. White all,

cold creeps in,

like cold does

because it’s in

its nature.

My hands are

still tan from the

summer’s heat;

from summer’s sweat;

Smiling I remember.