SEASON LOVE

I am in love with the sun
With his hot gaze hot my back and finger tips that warm
I lie in his deep sleep
Grasping his shiny behavior

I am in love with the rain
Her cool droplets that caress my cheeks and slide
Down my neck to my toes
Claiming by hostile nerves

I am in love with the clouds
Pedestals for angels to dream upon
Quilting the sky in white and graySaving for a rainy day

I am in love with the snow
Powdered sugar mornings
Sweet to thrill the spirit
Soft to capture our heart
(and keep us inside our homes)

I USED TO BE A SPY

A lace leaf maple,
under my bedroom window
fancy red leaves,
That resembled those of marijuana.
(Of course I didn’t know this until I was older.)
"Those are very expensive trees, you know"
Daddy said to me.
"You can’’t jump on top of it,
Play your tree games like the others"
(such a monkey child)
So I sat underneath the lace leaf maple.
The umbrella; like one of grandmas’’ Afghans.
I peeked at the gray neighborhood.
A real spy.
When I got older, grow, did the tree.
Smokey our cat took up the spot,
sleeping under the lace leaf maple,
all day long.
(She was ageing)
And I hardly took notice,
because daddy was gone, I was tall, and the tree……
the tree was so over grown,
you couldn’t see through the blanket any more.
Just a red droop in the corner, I paid no attention.
But when we flew from that sixteen-year nest,
and Smokey had passed on that same summer,
I noticed.
Because I used to be a spy.
And you don’’t forget expensive trees like that.