A Sign a Day

-maysa peterson

a sign a day

sometimes unseen

hides and shines

flowers in her

hair, yellow bright

and how to smile

until it hurts

joy raise a note

some deep, throaty

some airy and bright

almond scented

steeping tea wisps

green past

the window pane

green passed

a sign a day

so thin, so pale

for waiting what

already given rests

past the green

past the blue

passing beside you

just listen.

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It All Falls Together

Fall comes in on tip toes
morning draped in cooler blue
a known edginess that always
raises memories of past
lunch pails and notebooks
college hallways and sidewalks
the turn of a leaf dancing and
how the colors change suddenly
like a meloncholic blanket
warming the sleeping dreams
into next year's opportunities.