of Susan, seventeen syllables on first day of twenty nineteen

a morning listening to Bach
and shrugging off fears
of the new year

turn thoughts ‘round she says
embrace joy find pleasure
ah there, in my coffee

take this day as it is
let slip yesterday
don’t compare to ‘morrow

the sun poked out
pierced through my citrus tree leaves
photosynthesusan!

the last blooming sweetpea of 2018

 

About Roy Cross

father, professor, filmmaker, writer, alchemist.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to of Susan, seventeen syllables on first day of twenty nineteen

  1. Susan Koskie says:

    What a beautiful poem Roy.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s