Day 16 - 30 Poems in 30 Days

How Will You Remember Me

I don’t want to be a memorial bridge,

just a name for a passage over water.

Not white cross beside the road,

a reminder that someone died.

I wish to be a poem

that someone memorizes, or

creases carefully

to carry in their pocket.

Day 14 - 30 Poems in 30 Days.

Betula Praise

Redbud blooms are not red –

not pink or lavender
but another luscious color.
And oh, how April welcomes them.

While white birch gather

by morning streams,
lift their barrens limbs
in praise. As I

flow south with the great river

notice how the sky
variegates its blueness
throughout this day.

Watch this White Lady

stand in light-filled grace,
a sky ladder leading up
and up and up.