Frozen Promise

Frozen Promise

It happens every year –
and still I hope
All it takes are a few sunny days,
a couple warmish nights,
and the Magnolia tree in my
neighbor’s yard is adorned with
plump pinky buds full of promise
It happens ever year –
a frosty night forces the buds to
shrivel up in brown sweaters
promises unkept
It happens every year –
and still I hope

Frozen Expression

Ancestors glare at me from
behind glass
faces frozen in unnaturally
grim expressions
even babies and dogs
dare not move as
the tramp photographer
sets off the flash that
captures their image
for future generations
to wonder over


Just Jot It January – frozen