New Life, Old Love
Tree skeletons
acquire accoutrements
each passing day
pale green regalia
not the deep green
of Summer when the
change in color
is so gradual
as to be imperceptible
nor the fleeting riot
of color of Fall
no, in Spring,
ephemeral evanescent
slight light green
appears by the moment
right before my slow eyes
as I discern
shadows in the woods
a flash of white tail
deer fleet of foot
fly through the brush
dancing to the deep trill
of the wood frogs and
the echoing, haunted cries
of pileated woodpeckers
in the sudden density
of the fast-growing woods
inside the booming forest
whilst where I sit
at the edge of wood
bumble bees hum
and magically lift off
the teaming ground
and fly to the sky
where birds sing to mates
sweet songs of desire
in a crescendo of new life
as you have sung to me
for nearly thirty years
in an ever-changing
ever-growing love
whilst a breeze caresses
a newborn leaf
that tingles to its touch
as I thrill so very much
to the searching clasp
of your hand in mine
(As yet another killer, this time on the campus of Santa Barbara, California, is identified as possibly having Asperger’s syndrome, I, as a Bipolar Aspie, offer this poem written to my Aspie husband for May 14, 2014, on the occasion of our 25th wedding anniversary, to show that not all people with Asperger’s reach for a gun and are violent.)
May 28, 2014 | Categories: Animal Columns & Poems, Asperger's & Autism, Asperger's and Love, Music of Nature, Poetry, Spirituality, Videos | Tags: Anniversary poems, Asperger's and marriage, Asperger's and violence, Asperger's marriage, Asperger's stereotype, Bees, Birds mating, Deer, Growth, Love, Old love, Santa Barbara killing spree, Seasons, Sights of Spring, Sounds of Spring, Spring, Trees in Spring, Wedding Anniversary, Woodpeckers, Woods | 3 Comments
Hooked
You hooked me,
twenty-eight years ago,
with your shy smile
and elusive ways.
I was scared
but you were more so
which made me brave.
I would I had known you all my life
(or even before)
but I feel/felt like I had
although it took years for me to find you.
With your rough hewn edges
you taught me to speak up
when before I spoke not.
I have learned to take care
because you have taught me to dare
and today on our 24th wedding memory,
despite our little irritations and frustrations
as an old married couple,
I am hook-line-and-sinker-
in-love-with-you,
and want to use what time is left
together
to bring one and other to God.
May 14, 2013 | Categories: Asperger's and Love, Macro Photography, Poetry | Tags: Asperger's Love, Asperger's marriage, Barns, Bipolar Love, Love, Macro Photography, Old Married Couple, Poetry, Wedding Anniversary | 19 Comments