So.....

Look where
don't fight it
got us-
fighting time
and space.

If hours
feel like weeks
how will I ever
make it
to the fall?

Thirty-one
will bring you
less than thirty
from me-
but that's still
eighty-something
away.

Close your eyes
ride your dreams
to our ranch
to find me
on the porch
with a smile
and pocket dog.

So......
Tell me
something nice
to make the day
a little less
cold and empty
without you.

Clover Field

My ear is still
warmed by
your voice
and my heart
is pounding
so hard
that I wonder
if you can hear it
from where
you are-
so far away.

I want to scream
your name so loud
that the echo
finds your heart
and caresses away
every drop
of loneliness.

I hold this map
in my hands
that shows the beautiful
pathway to you...
but I feel lost
without your arms
to welcome me home.

I can see you
holding Iris
smiling at me
asking for drinks...
tire of that
I could never.
Come here-
come home-
to one who loves you.

My Arboretum

There's the most
amazing garden
at the arboretum
where one flower
stands above the rest.
There are moments
when it rains
that the strangers
who gaze in amazement
are unwelcome
and infectious,
for few
if any
ever see beyond
the petals.

But I-
I can relate.

There are days
when I just want
to be plucked
and taken home,
or up-root myself-
catch a young
wild wave
ride it all the way
to Australia-
never look back.

One day
we will all wilt
and die
but today is sunny-
warm-
-without rain
and I think I see
my wave coming.