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Paper Hives

The paper hive hung all November long,
a landmark of spherical woody pulp
uncovered by an old Autumn’s barrenness.

It was our story for days and weeks,
and then it fell, swept from its high limb
by wind or rain or hungry birds.

We watched it in the flickering sun
day by day, fluttering on the ground
as it tore and disappeared.

It was our story for days and weeks
until I couldn’t tell it anymore; we would
wait for Spring and find a new one.

Now our eyes scan and search
this rhythmless season, this unmetered verse,
for budding greens and papered homes,

for all the new places our stories will be grown.

The Coy Wife

after Annie Finch

At times I can lament my youth
when body smooth and taut did prove
itself blind to age and the passage of Time
when words o’er ran the banks of meter and rhyme
and verse came flawlessly free and streaming.
Now the babies, crying then squealing
with delight and true frustration;
we are swamped with operation:
Family Life.  So now it comes
to this sweet blog, moments of love’s 
action and age unfolding in these
intangible pages.  What does it mean
to find ourselves still writing, still loving,
still talking, working, seeking, moving
through the years?  Me and you:
we grasp Time’s song and sing it through.