seasonals

winter

scribbled on the back of notecards,
the world's alive!
the winter's wonderful!

darting swallows,
swaying trees
that whistle-rush

the world's alive,
the winter's wonderful!

footsteps crunching on the pavement
thumping rhythms, happenstance,

wind that freezes all and blue sky,

world's alive!
the world's alive

early spring morning

There's something about that morning light
That fills me up with joy-
A rhythm playing deep inside,
Thumps and patters,
When clouds flare softly,
Even buildings,
Look alive.

When you inhale the newness,
In the depths of the city,
Cavernous walls of concrete spires,
Are not sad, are not,
Overwhelming,
They are alive
In orange light.