DON’T ASK

She glides up behind me
on feet as soundless as spring’s last frost

Her arms insinuate themselves around my neck
with the warmth of cashmere

And I dare not ask how I found her
or how I may lose her

THE ARRIVAL OF LILLIAN EVE

She emerged like
taffy
a sweet swirling
confection
with a complexion of butterscotch,
her lungs bellowing
the triumphant arrival of a
fresh life wet with promise,
the dew of birth reflecting
the sheen of humanity’s
effervescent smile

SOUTH HAVEN

Autumn
          October
hunched along the eastern shore of Lake Michigan
like an abandoned child
South Haven waits for summer’s return

My wife and I
stroll the streets
now reticent and barren
like the beach itself
sulking behind the buildings
where seagulls screech their impudent calls
as they prepare their escape
from the looming
hostile Michigan winter

Along the beach
rows of gift shops
tee shirt shops
fast food cafes
sit shuttered and dark
rejects to the changing season
that leaves them barren and sequestered
like victims of a dreaded disease

The sound of our footsteps
ring past the seaside inns,
their blinds drawn against blank windows
the season’s dust settling like a plague
over unused furniture
closeted like unwanted dogs
behind locked doors

The clouds
like charcoal smudges
across a translucent canvas
wallow in their own reverie
hang
then drift eastward
over jade waters churned
by the rebuke of fall’s stiletto winds

South Haven
lives for the drone of motorboats
skiers in tow,
and the background chorus of tourists
in their flip flops and shorts,
hot hands clutching cold drinks
watching their kids scurry to the lake
like berserk lemmings

But as the inevitable cycle
plays itself out,
one last gull paces the beach
looks westward
and anticipates an arduous flight to the sun
as autumn bites
at its wings

DESCENDING ON A SNOWFLAKE

You must have descended on a snowflake
          From somewhere beyond the highest peak
                    where angels (if they existed) would twirl
                              like ballerinas on point, encased in raindrops

You must have descended on a snowflake
          wrapped in sunlight
                    surfing on a rainbow
                              coming to rest in my heart