on-again, off-again friends...

Column for the Greenbank Gazette

The rain and sun,
those on-again, off-again friends,
have set the date--become engaged!
They’ve been sitting together, of late,
on a rusted swing,
gaily contriving to consummate
some glorious spring!
Shut me out!
Their lark!








Shade-puddles and I, lost in gloom,
plot like winter spies,
contracting with the night to hold on.
We are held at bay.
They don’t even see me.
I pout and wait.

Much later in the month,
I reluctantly decide
nothing is really wrong with May.
She’ll throw her flowers,
and I’ll throw rice, like April,
far away.









It marks the end of something--
the bells, the wedding of rain and sun.
And who knows from this bright ending,
what has already begun?











Kay Weeks
1970
...and still in agreement in 2011


2.27.11