By Mildred Cavallo
LOVESONG
You walk
on brittle leaves,
leaving no trace.
It is raining,
while spring screams
its arrival
and nature smiles.
You pass the naked
brook
near the willow
that hums
itself to sleep,
as you stop to
remember
your reason for being there.
I watched you
go,
but you did not hear
my silent cries.
I know I scratched
the surface of your
heart
and did not see your pain.
If I had known,
I would have
carried comfort
in the cups of
my hands
to mend your
bruised mind.
Now,
I hear you,
but cannot touch you.
I see you and
throw the crumbs.
That’s all that
I
can
do.
UNTITLED
Insects capture spring —
Dive bombing through red eyed clouds,
Humming drowsy tunes.
JOINING
I joined them in the Fall
and lusty winter —
and now
Spring gently takes my
hand to guide me back —
gliding me through the
raw green grass
sprinkled with
wild flowers and
virgin earth.
I smile,
listening to breeze — blown bushes
welcoming me
together —
the noisy world behind
me in total eclipse —
the new one
takes a deep breath
as we relax.
FOR N
All that I see around me mirrors you —
The swollen timid roses on the thorn.
That sway when Autumn winds are soft and new —
Or springtime when each gentle leaf is born.
I see you in a rainbow when the sun
Spurts rays upon the earth in colored tones.
I watch you as the day begins to run.
I touch you as the lazy lark — bird moans.
And in the night when darkness takes your hand
And leads you to a world of dreams and sleep,
I wander through the water and the sand,
And write your name upon the ocean deep.
Now on the moon kissed shore I stand and wait —
While love and dreamless gods decide my fate.
Mildred “Mimi” Cavallo, now retired, is a resident of Independence Plaza and her poetry has been published in several publications.
