Lifecycle

It is time now to lay down your petals.
Their riotous colors and intoxicating scent
have drawn the bees to dine on nectar,
and spread afar sticky grains of pollen.
Your job here is done.

But herein lies no cause for sorrow.
Death of fragile blossoms is certain
from the moment they emerge,
bursting out of tightly bound buds,
bringing splendor to winter-worn soil.

From your sacrifice new hope evolves,
as tiny seeds replace the flowers,
fertile and ripe with the possibility of life,
scattered by the wind to await awakening,
and bloom once more in glorious Spring.

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Seasons

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Winter’s icy fingers are clawing at the door,
ripping leaves from their branches,
stripping trees bare, like bones in the desert.
Summer’s flowers are forgotten now,
apples lie rotten on the ground,
cloaked in frost sparkling in the moonlight.
Time now for slumber, until Spring awakens.

Captured

Sunlight leaked through
the nearly closed blinds,
falling in slanted stripes
of darkness and light
across your face.
My finger pressed
softy on the shutter.

Years pass, when flipping
through the thousand images
frozen into pixels on my phone,
there you are, face still slashed
by light and shadow, as if divided
between the demonic and devine.
Never was a truer portrait captured.

© 2017 DM Shepherd

Unsettled

There’s too much rain in Seattle,
too much snow in Maine,
tornados in Kansas scare me,
earthquakes in California, same.

There’s too much unrest in Turkey,
I don’t speak the language in Spain,
Venezuela’s economy has flatlined,
American leader’s insane.

I am the tree in the desert,
untethered, roots withered away,
restless to find my next garden,
where I’ll grow whole and green again.

Rained Out

rained-out

The carnival has come to town
to sit out a solid week
of cold spring rain.

The tilt-a-whirl is silent,
the Ferris wheel doesn’t spin.
Roustabouts huddle beneath an awning,
smoking cigarettes, spitting on the ground
between curses hurled at the rain.

The colored lights flash overhead,
but they aren’t drawing in the crowds.
Time to pull up stakes and head out
to another strip mall parking lot,
somewhere south of this two-bit town.

© 2015 DM Shepherd