Category Archives: Poems

For Sylvia

She reminds me of passion
and singularity of purpose,
of aloneness
and love,
that there is more
to a day than
getting things done.

She reminds me of intention
and sincerity,
of righteousness
and pertinacity,
that there is more
to a relationship than
saying things out loud.

She reminds me to give and share,
to keep and cherish,
to search and find enough.

 

 

For My Husband on His Birthday (or, of winter and waiting)

This winter lasts, but our time moves steadily from its first unfolding,
and we find ourselves in the already but not yet
of the journey.  Green plants push through dirt
beneath the frozen snow.  Sunlight shines through windows
covered with a long winter’s filmy grime.  We wait for warmth
and wait for wisdom.  We are in Easter’s Advent, praying, listening.
The cardinals have returned to the barren forsythia, looking, flitting
from branch to twig to ground, searching.

Perhaps we are a nesting pair, arriving, looking, searching,
putting all energy into choosing, collecting, building, and then,
hoping.  What will this next spring surprise us with?  A lush garden,
a field of wildflowers?  A new truth?

For now silence may fall with the snow
while we remain steadfast and full of hope.