Pink petals passing
Scents above so high
Painted porcelain perfection
Blossoms caress the sky
...
The spark of passion: chemistry
The simmering of blood and heart
The speed of passion: furious
Almost over before it begins
...
Soft upon my eyelashes
Turning my cheeks to pink
Softly falling, falling
Not a sound in the air
...
The wind whispers when it is cold
Trees are white and windows frosted
A hush covers all
Peaceful, silent
...
Yesterday's memories, tomorrow's dreams
Where have they gone? What do they mean?
When shadows were short and sun rays long
I had no cares in the world - I belonged
...
The flickering flame enchants the mellow eyes
While whining wind encases faltering ears
And darkness entombs the dozing figure
...
In search of a balance
And structure only true
I sought a wholeness
And found solely you
...
Softly creeping in among the pines of scented green
Gently rolling over meadows to cover rocky slopes
A veil of silence, deep and brooding
Distorting vague images of deer grazing
...
When we all lived in the woods
There were more of us then
How few have we become
And scattered too far away
...
Like fearsome charcoal masks
Branching across the sky
Immobile and impassive
Extending wide and high
...
Embraced in a shroud of white
A mystery imbedded in ice
Away that day you went
Never looking back
...
Stalking and snarling in darkness
Shading such a haunted, cursed face
Dwelling alone in refuse and pain
A somehow fitting and expected place
...
Off to tomorrow we go
Inevitable it always will be
Because that is where the future lies
And to achieve it is our destiny
...
Death comes knocking at my door
Gently calling
Enclosing like a fog
Softly stealing away the light
...
I witnessed a passing glimmer
And jumped joyously at first glance
Clutching dreams and muddy tools
In hopes of promised riches at last
...
Because he does not want
And he does not need
His fire won’t burn for me
But that is the drive I feel
...
You course like lava throughout
Igniting, engulfing what you touch
From the extremities to innermost
Slow, steaming stream of fire
...
Do you hear her calling
How well she knows your name
You recognize her softness
And realize why she came
...
Mary Fumento has been writing poetry since 1981. Visit her web site at www.maryfumento.com.)
Cherry Blossoms Adrift
Pink petals passing
Scents above so high
Painted porcelain perfection
Blossoms caress the sky
Swaying silent shroud
Suitors strolling by
Pink petals passing
Lover's gentle sigh
Pastel hues falling
Slow fluttering grace
Pink petals passing
Lining streams in lace
Pink petals passing
Smoothest transit by
Soft essence floating
In most subtle lullaby
Inducing springtime slumber
Upon a satin shore
Sailing with the current
Pink petals pass before
(1999)