I watch the trees outside move in the breeze.
Their new blossoms flow lazy and smooth.
This month moves faster than I ever thought it could,
And for the first time I do not look into the mouth of that lion called change,
As May ushers itself in.
Life is long and short,
And springtime is here in all it’s glory before I’ve really bid winter goodbye.
I watch the very first blooms of bleeding hearts in the backyard sway in the wind.
They are me, beautiful in our imperfection.
How is it possible to be so old and young at once.
In life I am such a slow learner.
On this April Friday, it is enough.
Into the Starlight
We can leave the night on.
I haven’t had a night that I don’t want to end in so long.
Take me, and bring me back to perfection in the darkness.
South Station, Again
For the second time,
I’m moving through south station.
It’s been years, and I can smile at the memories.
I was so hopeful then,
But I left Michigan at the bar last night and knew it was for the best.
I love that growing up doesn’t always have to feel so scary,
That Boston can be something new to me even after a perfect day six years ago.
It’s good to know new cities can feel as home as New York does tonight.
There is a Rainbow Somewhere
And waiting to run to the car,
Through sheets of rain.
The sky is clear now and,
Clouds look like the mountains I know so well.
The light turns colors and a small rainbow is born,
The air smells of heat and dust and clean,
I breathe in and feel the trees in my lungs.
There is a rainbow somewhere,
And the promise that somehow,
The worst is through.