Besides March Madness, we’ve toasted two weddings, a 65th birthday, and showered a bride-to-be (my future daughter-in-law embarassed). And the wildflowers have arrived, ushering spring into the desert. Not sure how much more joy we can pack into a month. But I’m a firm believer that both joy and gratitude cannot be contained.

The air at 30,000 feet (and some Joni Mitchell) always lends itself to reflection. These poems found their way out of my pen before we were wheels-down.

Weekend of joy. Now I need a nap.

wedding #2

a family gathers in dresses and wraps

with hugs and lipsticked kisses

whispers and eyerolls

letting go and letting joy lead

scrambling for seats

deep breaths as beauty

walks down the aisle

on the arm of her father

with stories and tears

clinks and toasts

precarious 90-year olds

and their dancing feet

wrapped in prayers of gratitude

this is the stuff of life

Our six brides-to-be… well, four to go now!

 

©draft, Patricia J. Franz

The Nevermores prompt (inspired by Amy Ludwig VanDerWater): Somewhere a….

somewhere a bride

for Matt & Clare

 

somewhere

a mother gathers clouds westering across the horizon

they sweep and scuttle

pestering to release their dreams

seeds of hope

 

somewhere a few burst with impatience

fall free

find soil

settle

seep

 

somewhere

a thirsty succulent hides in hard-scrabble

dreams of leaf, of life

something stirs

–a whispered spring

 

somewhere

sky, cloud, soil, seed

wait

watch

a song rises

a flower blooms

 

somewhere a bride

says yes

 

©draft, Patricia J. Franz

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