northwest poetry

Colors

Blue is the sky and your eyes
Grey is the color of mine when they cry
Green is the leaves on the trees
and this feeling is for you and me

The money will come with the work that is done
All the worries we know won’t just get up and go
No, they’ll run

Brown is this shit on the ground
Red is the fire and these smooth soul sounds
We’ll sway and bend until the music ends
and the plants will find that they’re inspired to climb
They’ll climb higher than high
To the heavens they will ascend
And the world will know
that both above and below
there is energy flowing again

Wet Weather

My eyes made out your familiar frame
through the mist and haze of the thickening rain
I called out your name and my voice made its way
through the drops
to your ears
and put a smile on your face

We walked down the street with our jackets unzipped
thinking nothing could beat how we look when we’re wet
like we’re covered in sweat

Stopping to tease under soaked cedar tree
she sprinkled our heads encouragingly
And again on a corner with diverse company
Reds, yellows, purples and greens
Every color of leaf you could name
We made it a game, then went on our way

The burnished blue railing – a balancing beam!
You swore I would slip
so held tight to my hips and
I couldn’t resist proving your guess
by toppling over and into your chest

On that day I had no other way
than the words you will find at the end of this page
to give thanks for an outing so blissfully gay

Bless this wet weather
and bless all the people
who hide in their houses
who cower from showers
and give us this city today!