Hope(fully)

what is this thing
that sings in the darkness
that flings itself around
my heart like a golden
ring that dulls the sting
of careless words and
spiteful acts that wings
itself around this globe
to bring us face to face
to cling together linger
in the pale light of faith
mingle with a universe
alive with promise

Vanishing Memories

memories fall from her
family tree scattered
by a cruel wind
she tries to catch them
with outstretched
arms, to rake them into
a pile so she can jump in
to scoop them into a basket
and save them to fertilize
her failing brain
they tease her, swirling
around like smoke then
flying away beyond her grasp
she picks up the ones that
fall at her feet but they are
dry and crumbly dissolving
into dust in her frail fingers

Once Upon a Sunbeam

fluffy dust motes floating by
i closed my eyes to wonder why

i do not see them in the night
although i try with all my might

where do they go when sun goes down
to rest somewhere or into town

they bounce and float on sunny days
then disappear when days turn gray

i’ll set a trap, that’s what i’ll do
put on a glove covered with glue

but they’re more clever than i thought
a bunch of cat fur’s all i caught

Day four of the Nov PAD at Poetic Asides

prompt – Once Upon a …………

PAD Days 1& 2

freshly washed leaves
flutter in the summer breeze
day after the storm

Day one prompt “day after”
——–
cool autumn morning
sun appears to warm the field
gray fog surrenders

Day two prompt “surrenders”