Silver Linings

 

Adolescent moods

NatureÕs shape shifters

like fingerprints in the sky

Existing in silence,

these itinerant travelers 

of ever-changing disguise,

appearing like a pot

of boiled-over oatmeal

or curdled milk on the move                                                                                            

Purveyors of precipitation

indiscriminately visiting

like salesmen

at oneÕs front door

one moment silhouetted

before vanishing

 

 

 

Treading on Thin Ice

 

Aroused by vibrant vernal light

ushering a dizzying quest

to quell newly-awakened hunger,

a solitary hunter

of impressive alabaster breadth

stalks frozen barren shorelines

with sleek lumbering gait

 

In aftermath of wintry repose

vitality eludes him

like a shipwrecked mariner

searching for rescue

 

Patience is much required;

sensitive nostrils

twitch with alert

for unsuspecting prey

 

Instinct excites

the desperate path of

shaggy-covered paws 

and coal black eyes,

gazing expectantly 

across frosty barren miles            

toward salty blue horizon

 

Exuberant exhalation

heralds a stealthy slide

into icy depths

paddling vigorously 

toward sleek gray seals

stretched atop

a powdery arctic floe 



 

Lost in a Dream

 

Morning eyes

twitch like wings

breaking sleep

releasing uninvited visions 

of a nocturnal traveler

 

Anxious souls

scattered faces

without voices

navigating within

redundant mazes

of tumbledown buildings

full of stairways

leading nowhere

with streets

ending in wasteland

 

 

 

Grave Decision

 

Lonely autumn leaf clings

to bare solitary branch

tentative butterflies

flutter anxiously within

as unexpected divide

brings blink of pain

 

disturbed waters

create a troubled crossing

 

Sweeping vista

inspires uneasy leap

into distant space below

leaving behind

orderly existence

jettisoning a life

full of blank pages

for soul-searing unknown 

rupturing any hopes of heaven

 

Sky turns to quiet

as sun steps out of its shade

filtering through fathoms of gray

struggling with itself

at the edge of starting

 

 

 

To Be or Not To Be

 

All will be fine

words uttered

numerous times

when relationships crumble

grades fall short

illness comes to visit

death pays a call

jobs go away

 

Resolve

try letting lifeÕs events

wash over me

leaving silty residue behind

 

Surrender 

become stronger,                                                                                                                     

more vigilant

sharing an approach of

no matter the challenges

tossed my way

IÕll still be me

on the other side

 

© Susan M. Surette

 

Bio:  Susan Surette is an avid traveler, bibliophile, grandmother, hand drummer, yogi and poet with work published in The Avocet, Westward Quarterly, The Voices Project, Nine Muses and The Curlew. She is founder of the Not Yet Dead Poets Society in Cape Cod, Massachusetts.