April 30, 2014

April once forgot to shower

Its stench corrupted

All May's flowers 

Dry-rotted bulbs dead in the ground

Wilted weeds, no songbird sounds.

So now, though it be illy timed,

April showers, hence the rhyme.  

April 29, 2014

The end of April forgets its spring. 

It presses, hard, against my back. 

Hand the size of a car door

Cold fingers in my hair

Around my ears wiggling 

Through the fibers of my coat

Cold front trying to bowl me over 

April 28, 2014

Wet pavement 

Flower petals strewn rotting

Trash littering sidewalks

Refuse on display

Waiting to be carted away

But not before we breathe deeply

April 27, 2014

Some cut flowers for their beauty

The vibrant purples, pinks, and reds

The fresh aroma of spring returning 

The gnarly winter at long last dead

Stems submerged in crystal vases

Or routes in moistened floral foam

Lending life where life is fleeting

Intruding nature upon the home

Bouquets stand silent save for their scent

Nectar, pollen, irrelevant

From fairest creatures we desire increase

Some cut flowers for their beauty

But flowers are cut to wilt and rot

April 26, 2014

Standing room only

Sunny days and no one wants to drive

Clogging SEPTA with selfish adoration 

Of brilliant Spring and casual necessity 

Of travel

April 25, 2014

Making up stories about 

strangers on the street 

The man passing me with 

a cup of coffee from Wawa has lost 

his wife and will not make coffee on his 

own. 

April 24, 2014

Kittens

Keeping me awake

Cats always steal the best spots 

And you can't lie down for fear

Of smooshing them or scratches