North Star

 Dreams, of course, - are something –

(but shadows)

compared to green grass or thorny roses,

froth of hawthorn in early spring,

summer’s lazy river bank

or cooling hedgerows brown in fall

when a nightingale rouses and carols;

(but, growing older)

not wiser,

I found a shining

- constant –

certainly you,

my love.

Easter

Some regard

life as hard –

but when a snowflake, catapulted

from  a  cracking storm, falls and

settles on an

open palm,

beneath

a cross;

it’s also soft.