yonder

must pacify
a loud sorrow commands
halt, I say and say I
none of that today

silver and gold on Carolina blue
someday I will cross you
but for now I must delay
must pacify

spring to me

softly sneaking and subtle
with a hint of a sweet,
lovely scent
of Peonies afloat

breeze,
breeze drift a gentle manner
whisper me a quiet number
I will listen with the lea

the kind of poem
that does not rhyme,
untroubled pen on untroubled paper,
you are spring to me