You asked for spring and I gave it to you
I grew leaves bright in my hair
And paled my skin to soft morning sky blue
And lavished the world with words of a new leaf
With earth under my nails and honeydew sprouting from my throat
You said “I love you, don’t ever change”
But seasons come and go
And I grew too hot for you
I rose up like redwood and reached deeper into parched soil
My skin browned and sweat dripped down my back
Only to be coated with dust
I spat forest fires and blazed brighter than what you dared to look at
And I was too great for you
I grew too much
I was no longer a sprout of sweet baby’s breath
Shy and fairy-tale whimsy
I am now capricious like the drought and following flood and the
rolling thunder that bombards the earth,
that refuses to be silenced, roaring, flashing passion that leaves scars

I am the summer, and you say “You’ve changed”
I am the summer, and I say “I have.”

Not such a bad place,
although it can take
many lifetimes
to get the hang of it.
  ~mce

The rain pours
And pours
The roads flood
The ground turns to mush

And yet I spend my day
Not in the rain
Not in the lost thought of sadness
Not in the fear of death

But in the thought of you.

-r.y.s

Sit down on your pillow.
Cross your legs, close your eyes
and breathe.

Nothing mystical here;
only practice.

In your own good time,
things begin to fall away.

Needless worries, anxieties,
agitation, even poetry
slowly dissipate
until there is just you sitting

and finally there is no you;

there is just sitting.
   ~mce