Growing slowly out of the way.
Lover of sun and alone at play.

Beautiful rich colour when in bloom.
Unassuming yet powerful in a greenhouse room.

You complement the entire garden.
All the landscape brightly sharpen.

In the softest wind you bounce.
Your blossoms surprise unannounced.

Conserving moisture down to the ounce.
The butterflies and bees for your nectar pounce.

Wait for me, on the first midday of summer,
Your smile warmer than the melting sun.
In playful garb and colour we've only just begun.

Wait for me, last day of Autumn, a kiss past six at day break,
the leaves of uncertainty have fallen,
Happiness springs in its wake.

Wait for me in winters starry midnight,
You command my delight with your frozen lips of rose gold,
My heart swelling with desire at the fusing of our souls.

Wait for me floating at sunset in Easter's eternal spring.
Hope springs forth from the fertile soil of trust and love is blossoming..
Wait for me ....oh  Wait for me there with cheer

dad left
for his second tour of duty
on my third birthday

mom kept
a jar full of jelly beans
on the living room coffee table

every night
she gave me one to eat, saying
"when these jelly beans
are all eaten up,
dad will come back home"

sometimes
i would sneak another,
to help dad come home sooner

one night
the phone rang
and i watched mom
wipe away a tear
as she filled
the jar
back
up

Frown upon my withered heart!
and wipe away my tears.
Catch the nightmares, catch my dreams,
ensnare my childish fears.

Protect me, Catcher, put me down
and watch me sleep to-day.
the worries they encase me,
my dream’s the price I pay.

The morning comes unfiltered
the cycle is broken for now
Oh Catcher! my Catcher!
My faithful night snatcher!
Laid a kiss on my wavering brow.

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.