Deep within the vault
Midnight poetry lurking
Just outside my reach
Vocabulary consumed
Such weight on my shoulders, still
Who would have guessed it
My love for every season
Could be distilled and
Captured within these verses
Month by month, year over year.
May I hold onto
These small memories with you
To chase the darkness
Away so we can relax
Bathed in afternoon sunlight
Joyous travelers
Thank you for sharing in wine
Stay awhile longer
Raise your glass to celebrate
A toast in honor to Carol
Arise before dawn
Wrapped in a blanket of heat
The pathway well worn
In Pale concrete carpeting
Broken by gifts of music.
End of an Era!
For the employee or firm?
Perhaps both are true.
But growth requires great changes,
Sometimes at the highest level.
Something so small and
Significant yet always
Invisible to
The common man or woman
No preference is given
The rise and the fall
Another season’s turning
Ripen on the vine
That is the year twenty three
And two-thousand new vintage
July is made for
Hammocks hanging between trees
Swaying to and fro
Gently with the summer breeze
Dappled in sunny splotches
Not Tanka
What is the word for
a heart so full but also
breaking?
Is there even a word?
It may be like rain
falling through sunshine.