Your Life's Story

forty-four years young
still scribbling your rough draft-
two main characters

Club 21

mid-winter morning
your twenty-first birthday
radiant sunrise
white carnation petals beam
in an unrelenting rain

Crimson-crested Snowbird

standing there,
a traveller frozen in my way
in a crowded Christmas Eve mall,
i was reminded of your incredible beauty-
you leaped out,
amid the cold powdery snow of faces,
a fruit of the season:
a delicate crimson bird,
shaking down the powdery snow
with your glimmering presence.
what a rich contrast!
tropical radiance on cold white snow!
such etherealness.
such delicacy of form
in the stern, barren crowd-
a brilliant crimson flower
blooming out of season,
the first peach fully ripe on its stem,
an adornment, a ruby
reflected from ice crystals
momentarily flourishing
'midst the drifting snow.

Drifting Away

the old year spirals
down like sea gull feathers
drifting drifting
through canal waters
back to the ocean

Eleventh Hour

moonlight stripes
through december blinds
I can see
new year's day waiting
in january's wings