Lemon Meringue

Lemon Meringue

 

               Awakens a memory as bright

 

                   as yellow and white

 

walls, and flowers, and 

flowers on the dresses  

that I wore when I was young.

Delicious is  only a word, until  

it bursts from an oven

 

And comes to rest in remembrance

On my tongue.

 

                                 GBP    612/ll

 

 

 

My Teacher

The sun, just above the  horizon,
Leaves only a pale yellow wash in the evening sky.

An airplane makes a sound that fades away.

I think it is a holy night, that if

I dared, I'd stay to see the darkened sky

Lit with stars, and constellations hidden by the sun in day,

And listen, look and seek the answer

to the sometimes silence of my planet earth.

The dog in the yard below speaks up.

The frogs stop.  A pause. A solitary bark.

The cat has gone to seek out the secrets of the shadows.

And I, lonely for my teacher who no longer shares with me each day,

Feel  his presence, his joy in living, and put my fears away.

GBP

2011

January!

Where had this warm day been wandering 

Under a sky of blue resembling May or June?

 

The sun moves past the chimney

 

And shines through the leafless trees.

 

The deck chair beckons, and a small bird

 

sings repeatedly in the Pine.

 

My busy cat returns, inquiringly seeming to say

 

"Are you just going to sit here?"

 

What to answer?

 

There is no other way except by pen and paper

 

To save this day.

 

GBP  20ll