NaPM April 4, 2018

[Tracy Mitchell]

While gazing at a picture of Eleanor,
mother told me once never to forget 
each person is gifted a time to show 
outward beauty – as a pretty baby, 
a sparkly new adult, or as Miss 
Eleanor, blossoming in old age.

I think, on an early spring day 
when the sun starts to warm the land,
that it is the same with streams and creeks 
as well– gurgling, giggling down gullies, 
across cracks in the forest floor
to spook and bedazzle silly
whatever may be.

I won’t say that’s how I think of you.
I won’t say it out loud.