Chill

A Great Lakes second winter comes with a chill

as leaves skip and fly across hop scotched grass

with the whistle of ones waving from the tree top

swinging between sun and shade

in want of spring’s rebirth

so full and drunk with salvation

Unseen

Life moves beyond the time of a single life

no longer seen or known or heard

aware no one is aware

the hundreds of heart beats pound in fear

so small

so alone

to catch your eye if you dare