Quilting

Complicated and ugly we are, yet beautifully simple at times,
sewn tightly with treads of being.
A quilting of awkward beings
sharing lifetimes of humanism.
Be glad for we are not the first in this ever expanding quilt.

Two years it has been since we last saw each other, how many more?
Everything grows ever more humid, a sheen on one’s skin.
As all glow under bare sun, expectation almost palpable.

Breath of Daffodils

Breath of daffodils
on the horizon light bounced.
She wail noiselessly
amidst fields of daffodils.
Her soul broke but no other.