Like last year,
Tragedies disseminate
Myth and history.
Just as dark-eyed prophesy
Apprehends those who hide,
The dry pain of loss
Surprises us, again.

Astounding, too,
Is the birth of
Flowers in the public
Garden (rosebuds, tulip
Bulbs, truth on their
Newborn faces as
Clear as that on
The newly dead).
We envy summer,
Which belongs
Only to itself.

But now is the happiest
Moment ever–
A memory soon hoarded
Among the cooling embers,
Sorted by the eventualities
That override it,
Smothered by the weight of
Planning to be without.
We promise
The fire next time,
Or do we?

A half-remembered
Cloud of hot breath
Fades against
A cold sky.
Leaves float on the wind
(Yellow, red).
Ice cuts the air and
The old becomes the new
Becomes the trend becomes
The trite becomes the

  ©A D Joyce

Bio:
Adriene Joyce lives and resides in New Jersey, she is holds a BA in English Literature from Rutgers University. She an editor of a medical magazine and blogs under the name Sweepy Jean. Amongst her many accomplishment she is an author of ebook 30 Poems, 30 Days: Inside a Poet’s Mind, she writes poetry under the name A D Joyce. She is poet who at one time forgot how to speak and has opened her mouth again, now she is finding her voice. She has come to the realization, after God, Adriene is her priority.

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