Winter's Farewell - A Poem

Snow lines the sill.

I wait
for the bees
to greet
the petite, purple asters
beside my worn, white fence.

I sense
the aching
of the dormant trees.

Once sticky pinecones
lay crushed
beneath the evergreen's
brittle, burdened limbs.


By Mary E Lohan

Grown - A Poem

Years,
blocks of seconds,
minutes, days,

You were born
perfectly timed,

I found a cause
in those newborn eyes

that tracked mine steadily,
with smiles sublime

and to think -- your age
was just days.

Now, you stand
years later

without reaching
for my hand

I'm in awe ...
Every day I'm inspired by

what you know,
what you love,

I used to hold you close to me
constantly

especially
when you were sad

now you come to me,
circle your arms about me

when my smile doesn't surface
readily,

Boy, how you've grown.

By Mary E Lohan
For My Boys

December Ocean - A Poem

Don't be fooled

even oceans
so vast and
limitless

have tempo,
character,

On the drive
to the beach

sunbathers gone
only lone fishermen

the ocean
beneath the bridge

to the island
is serene, flat

like blue glass
save for a ripple,

How many times
did I travel

this same passage
to spy an ocean

tumultuous,
jaunty,
prankish,

Yet today, she
is slow,
sluggish

the waves breaking
lazily,

the large waves
pushing forth

then spilling softly
into rolls,

Way out in the distance
boats ride her
foraging,

It's an easy day
on the placid water

as gulls dive and bask
under a blue
sun-strewn sky

their wings taking them
far into the horizon,

then landing feet first
onto the giant's sleeping belly.

Un-Becoming - A Poem

How not to become
an un-

a prefix sans sun

listless
mythless

undone.

By Mary E. Lohan