February Blues

Faith:
bringing winter twigs inside hoping spring will emerge.
Joy:
watching winter twigs inside budding with love's rebirth.

Sylvia Edwards

Speak to Me

Something you said last night
 did truly hurt me.
I've pondered the pain
 and probed the wound.

I wish you'd never say it again.

The words are forgotten,
 but the pain persists
and the wound festers
 because of what you said.

Please don't ever say it again.

Sylvia Edwards

 Guilt?

Blame who?
Blame me?
Blame you?
Not you?
 Then me

Sylvia Edwards