summer solstice

wait through

bare November branches

like death            sky scratch

wait December

gnawing cold through

dark       dark nights

wait white

winter sun glinting with

waves of chill

wait early Spring

like budding trees unfurl

with returning warmth

wait May

feel sun warmth

stealth approach

for this day of

earliest morn

and latest eve

for now summer frees us

wind washing all

Phil

practical close-cropped hair

above welcoming laugh

faith lived in doing

serving tables

frying rollkuchen

shaping and guiding young lives

around template of truth

crafting lyrics and melody

into songs of smiles and tears

carefully shaping resonant wood

with curved symmetry

instrumental in creating

family

that sings together the tune

of close-cropped servanthood  

look up

green arc of tree canopy

against refracted blue

in cloudless sky

framed by tall narrow window

in this darkish room

it’s the arc we live

so delicate wavering in wind

greenness our gift to the frame

gradual up and

gentle down

I only see part

through window

from one angle

from this far away

but the story is mine

below the dome of sunspilled blue

Wednesday

and so falls the rain

grass and dandelion stand to gain

on this droughted plain