Colour

what colour would you give

to the warmth

that sits inside the folds of your hands

touching mine

 

what is the colour

of time unraveling at your feet

melting, flowing

unhinged, free

 

what colour would you give

to the light in your eyes

as you reach and pluck the day

ripe for picking

what colour, indeed,

is the shared silence

that speaks of a love

needing no words

Weather Songs

The wheels of time turn
each epoch into a new story
and looking out
the sun always finds
some new odds and ends of existence

these blue elastic days
stretch an empty story over the margins
vying for a drunken dream
and a burnt sky looks back
with a worried look
when small talk runs dry

the rain is silent when it comes
its presence felt only in
the softness left behind
and the green sings
a new song of remembered words

how can I possibly not sing along?