Spring Showers....

The wonderous smell
of a spring
rain

Washing
the world.
Minutes before
bathed in
Sunshine
and warmth.

A shower
turned
downpour

Watering
the little blue
crocus
 and
Lilacs
impending
flowers within.

A crack
of thunder;
no lightning
is seen.

Middle
of the day
Turned
to night;

Clouds
dampen not
the brightness
of the hour.

One lone
crack
of thunder:
An exclimation point
upon
the brief
spring storm.

Downpour
transformed
to light shower;
a shower
brought a
sprinkle.

A dry dog
on the porch,
Whines
in discontentment;
casting
her gaze upon
the lawn
and her
previously dry,
very clean,

toys.

Our Dance

Dancing.

I Love to Dance.

I've Danced,
many a Dance
with
varied partners.

For an
audience
I have danced:
Alone
for
eyes of others,
with a partner,
drawing in
the bemused.

My last
Dance Partner
My only.

Dance:
Foreheads touching;
Eyes closed,
we danced.


Souls touching,
we danced.

Our Dance:
The dance
of eternity:
Him
to me;
I am free.

To My Firstborn on His 29th Birthday

I now know
the pain
He had to sustain

to create
the man
He will become.

The knowledge 
of his path
does little
to ease
the pain 
I feel of loneliness
as the 29th anniversary
of his birth cry arrives.

Tears fall
from my face
a mother
so happy
for her son's happiness.

Yet so missing
his momentary
sweetness --
His crystal blue eyes
Looking in love
Oh how time flies.

Born to a child
I didn't realize
that I was

I gave you 
all the best
that I had.

When I had
no more to give

and no where else
to turn --
I gave you to God.

I pray each day
He lightes your way
and brings 
my baby boy
happiness  
Once and for all.