Poetry of Old...

'Wilted Dreams'

I desired to grow a beautiful flower~

to be proud of it and say

'I did it myself!'

So one spring day,

I put a seed in the ground

and buried it in dirt.

I watered it and nurtured it

and finally saw a sprout.

On days that passed

it grew so big and

smelled so sweet and pleasant.

I hoped it would live forever.

Then one day

I went out to pick it

to put it in a vase,

but there I found

my flower

had wilted.

Happy Spring...and poetry of old~

Yesterday

while taking a walk,

I glanced up

to see the clouds-

but instead

I caught the glimpse

of a rainbow.

Why?

It wasn't raining,

and the sky was clear.

Was it there to

greet the spring?

(Mar, 1977)

'Triad'

These be

three spring things;

grass growing greener...

flowers blossoming...

after a storm,

a rainbow!

(Feb., 1977)

Poetry of Old...

April, 1978

Yesterday

we laughed

in the rain,

We ran and jumped,

we danced

through puddled

in bare feet.

You held my hand.

...that was yesterday.

Today...

it's sunny~