#consonance

I am a big fan of Consonance. From the classroom.

We walk the trails and I hear the trees talk creaking screeches from beneath the bark. Their sap song celebrates spring. We hear, wondering what stories creaking sap sings and wishing we grasped more meaning, while thankful that at least we sense their feelings about spring.

Once againyou come by dreamto spend some time with me.This visit you brought your wifeand gave me wildly inappropriate giftsthat I accepted graciously,thankful her choices were not mine.And yet my heartstill stirred at your smile.How strange, these callsseparated by time and miles.

At the neighbour’s, there are twenty-one robins purposefully flittering and twittering. Above, the sky is baby blue; little cloud puffs waft across, like running tykes, (hear their giggles?) On trees green buds peek from each branch. Breathe in these beginnings. I believe, this peaceful day is what hope looks like.

Eye of orange,

cortical I find

you!

Turned in abhorrence

cauterize the sky.

Ah, gaze of duty,

watchfulness divine.

Dear, I hope you're waiting,

with cadmium,