Blades of Memory

Why do the grass blades remind me of you

As the wind flows and taps on their heads?

Why does the rain as it falls sing your name

Why does my stomach refuse cheese and bread?

The pavement is warm and the steam rises slow

My thoughts of you break me, my spirits are low.

The cold touches my arms and I shiver alone

Wishing your embrace in the place of a coat.


The leaves are stirring in my heart again,
Calling me back to the world.
I smell the sun and the earth and the wind,
And the timeless touch of waters cold.

The grass fronds curl from the frigid skies,
As the sun forgets to warm the earth.
The feather-clad rise to seasonal heights,
As I find solace in a friendly berth.