Capitalism
Does not allow grief or joy –
Serfdom of this age.
Capitalism
Does not allow grief or joy –
Serfdom of this age.
Cranberry orange
Baking as winter rain pours;
Licking the batter.
All day on the phone
Sharing the good news of you –
Voices tinged with joy.
On awakening
To autumn’s tinge, pre-dawn air,
She knows strength and joy.
Joy is
waking to cupcakes
delivered by him
who wanted just the happy surprise
And to steal a kiss
or many before taking the bus
to the job interview