Prince

The quiet potential of the vehicle slept 
Through a freeing darkness of misty rain
Down the windows the silver droplets crept
The shine of the water could certainly stain

The rain covers like shadows, thick as honey

Flurries feather down, illuminated only
When they fall past the light
Of the fluorescent streetlamp,
Glistening on the street below.
 
Melting as they kiss pavement,
Flakes create a gray sheen

The word encompasses all
Nature caring for her fragile children
A writer carefully crafting words she has written
A gardener nurturing plants she’s been given
Guiding a van down a road constantly driven

Mother

Maybe the spring flowers haven’t yet bloomed
But the world smiles on you with its crooked teeth
The forming years of your life entombed
Changed winds whistle by as the earth does breathe
 

The golden grasses bow before their sun
They lean in the breeze, murmuring tales of courage
The light walks through them, softly brushing each one
His footsteps whisper to the meadow an adage