The Road You Mean by P D Lyons for Brigid Walshe my friend

 

The Road You Mean 

 

today the January snow

sky a heavy dark of steel

makes those old whiskery fence posts seem black

and too the fingers of those tall swaying trees

 searching for something 

I could not see what for

until the crows came speaking your name

and I remembered

 

The Road You Mean by P D Lyons for Brigid Walshe my friend

 

The Road You Mean 

 

today the January snow

the sky a heavy dark of steel

made those old whiskery fence posts seem black

and too the fingers of those tall swaying trees

seemed to be searching for something 

I could not see what for

until the crows came speaking your name

and I remembered

 

When I Wrote New Songs and You Would Listen Out of Friendship, by pd lyons

When I Wrote New Songs and You Would Listen Out of Friendship

Where we were always cool
By the reservoir
In the pines
Up some stairs tucked into angular corners
Warm winter kitchens smelling of gas
Down by the factories
Not sleeping all night
Into a morning crisp clean cold
On the back door landing
Three flights below the city without fear we knew

 

ever onward something goes

http://voxpoetica.com/contributor-series-9-if-men-had-ears-when-i-wrote-new-songs-and-you-would-listen-out-of-friendship/

thank you Annmarie!

 

for tedra l plane

Briefly

as everything is in this life

we shared slapstick

and manic

some

unforgettable

wonders

and still all those questions never to be answered

now knowing this

something quiet

peace descends

a lacy feel of breath

not deep

not in or out

but

there

.