Reid@YWP

every once in a while,

the sky gets tired

and hides its face behind

hands of light gray clouds.

it sighs in quiet thunder,

and lets tears of blue

slip loose, trailing softly down

I love the smile on people's faces when I hand them a poem with their name on it & yes of course you get to keep it.

Do you remember those September evenings we spent together in the playground?  
The shiny rock we put in our pockets and the ugly little rocks that got lodged in our heels. 

I saw the waves 
crash over the sand 
where you once sat. 

Your ashes sink 
into the waters 
you once sailed. 

Others desecrate 
the land 
you once found holy. 

In the forest of all things new, 

Our mother says there is no food. 

The rabbits are gone, 

The squirrels are too. 

All that's left are the big brown bears, 

we plan sledding days at the country club with a hill

& reminisce about them when summer comes,

recall hours spent tumbling

head over heels into mounds of snow, clutching