Love, Poetry

Maybe Someday

I think of a Maybe Someday, and it looks like late spring. Sunny and warm enough but not too hot. A breeze that you can’t even notice, but that keeps you comfortable. Everything is easy like that. It looks like a lake, probably one that you know well. Maybe Someday is distant, but not unimaginable.… Continue reading Maybe Someday


Summer Storm

Heat lightning turns to the real thing, just a little ways north. But straight up, neck craned to the sky, I can still see the stars. Just like that, I’m back in the driveway with my head on your lap and your fingers tracing promises through my hair. Even though it’s been years, these showy… Continue reading Summer Storm