Linda Studley

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I’ll Let You Fall

Thinking of my father
and the mischief in his smiles.
I thought I was looking back
but he was really up ahead breaking trail for me for miles.

Dreaming of my mother
and the softness of her skin.
Wish I could hear her silly sneeze,
or hear her sing ‘Ta rah rah boom de-ay’ again.

And now that I am older
I see I never saw at all.
The hardest thing they ever did
was stand aside and let me fall.

And the hardest thing I’ve ever done
was stand aside and let you fall.

 

#40

Frosted

Morning’s first light leaves
tree silhouette frost shadows
on yellowing lawns.

Weather Diagnosed

Weather is not a normal noun,
it’s a paranormal personification
of abnormal personalities.

Winter, the un-empathic; the anti-social bully
with his snow swirlies, daring you to venture out
to watch the northern lights. Passive aggressive,
freezing the world with a billion unique snowflakes.

Spring, hesitant, all PTSD over winter’s bullying,
constantly trying to start anew. All false
starts and flowers, chilly showers
and warm breezes. gumbo and promises.

Summer the narcissist, all sweetness and lightning,
sunshine and wasp nests. manipulative, deluded with
grandeur she floods on a whim then inundates
her victim with sunny smiles and bouquets.

Fall, depressed pessimist with bi-polar swings of
glorious sensory displays and frosty intolerance.
Identity crises, moody, paranoid, leaving countless
trails of leaves and still getting lost.

 

#287

Seasons of Love

Our love sings to my heart
in the trickling chuckle of a redwing blackbird
proclaiming the promise of a dawning spring.

Our love clings to my heart
with the sweet scent of lilacs, nodding, langourous
in the still warmth of a summer garden.

Our love plays on my heart
like a phantom melody at the edge of memory,
and the sound of leaves falling.

Our love cradles my heart
as a layer of snow protects the slumbering lilac,
patiently awaiting the seasons of love.

 

#89

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