Promises

Promises

   there will
      be food 
   and plenty
the cornstalks
      seem to say.

   (promises
   as good
      as any)

   and what
are promises
   but hopes
   expressed.

   guarantees
are not
      possible.

   if we had
   guarantees,
could we expect
      to collect,

if all
   the wheels
   fall off
   all the 
wagons?

      some day,
   we should
   expect,
we'll make
calculations:

how many 
   people can 
   an acre feed?

Time for Daisies

Time for Daisies

“Bring me flowers
while I live”,
she said,
so long ago.
We brought
them to her
funeral,
for us
as well as her.

Springtime came
a-walking,
climbing
on a wall.
Bounding
little
children,
pray they
will not fall.
All of us
are children,
learning
each short day.

BlackĀ and white
reveals a lot.
Colours can
conceal.
Sorrows,
we can learn
from too,
before our
feelings heal.

White flowers
in the springtime,
on the
flower stand,
waiting for
a buyer
to take them
all in hand.
Disaster in
the springtime,
when promises
are made.
There are
some things
I can not say.
Sweet words
that must
be stayed.

In all my days,
it’s never been
as deadly
as today.
Self-isolation
came too late,
and sickness
came along,
bounding like
a skipping child,
who’s climbed
forbidden walls.
So now we’re
trapped behind
our door,
protecting
one and all.

Springtime came
a-walking,
climbing
on a wall.
Bounding little
children,
pray we will
not fall.
All of us
are children,
learning each
short day.
Black and white
reveals a lot.
Feelings are
concealed.
Sorrows,
we may suffer
too,
before our
feelings heal.