Coffee Cake
There is no coffee in this cake,despite what you might think.They must call it that becauseit’s good enough to drink.
My Sister
Now my sister’s all grown up. That is, she’s graduated. But if she still finds more to learn, well, I guess we are related.
Honors
Some are good at music,and some are good at math. Some people get a sentence,and some a paragraph.A name sounds good in honors,a name sounds good in praise,and a soul sounds best in sweet, still rest,with humble hands upraised.
Progress
Some progress seems to happen byjust keeping up with time.Some progress must be built from wreckagetime has left behind.
The Hills Are Alive
The hills are alivewith grass to my kneesand bugs and alfalfa––all music to me!
Prose
Put a tune in your head while you’re writingand you’ll end up writing a poem.So if it is prose that you’re after,just leave all that music alone.
Except Rest
I always have something to do,but I’m not as busy as you.So if you need someone to help,I gladly would offer myself,although you seem to do it all bestwhen you do it yourself (except rest).
Flowering Tree
I’d like to bea flowering treewith toes in the waterand hair in the breeze,as strong as an oakand as light as a feather,except I want to bloomthrough each season’s weather.
Chartreuse
Justice, now I know why you chose chartreuse.It seemed an ugly color; now I know the truth. It comes out of the treesbefore it turns to dark green leaves.It’s the color of spring, the color of new.