Beyond Badges and Barbed Wire
 
Baklava
 
River Run
 
Perfect Pen
 
Red Ride
 
Raven Heart
 
That Wild Thing
 
Tsunami
 
August 4th
 
Yellow Canyons
 
Edge of the World
 
Silver Weaver
 
Grace
 

  
Urban Spring

I walk my neighborhood,
freeway, train tracks on either
side, parking lots crowded,
gas stations pumping fuel.

Meanwhile earth bursts her seams 
through city concrete
in shades of yellows, purples 
and pinks.

Trellises drip white wisteria, 
night jasmine intoxicates,
round bright faces 
of orange and yellow zinnias
border green lawns.

Yards full of blooms
and scents,
here only in Spring.

I am a humming bird this 
morning, zig zagging my way
towards ephemeral beauty,
trying to gather it in,
store it in some safe place.

I stop to drink in downy soft leaves 
of Japanese maples,
stop in my tracks to stand with
wisteria, stick my nose in jasmine.

I am besotted. A lover in love,
knowing this intoxication will
pass, another season will arrive.


 

 Diane Sherman, January 2009