Poem-a-day catchup

[greenstorm]

#9 Highway of tears on red dress day

Discarded red dress
Weather-beaten, rain-faded
Never forgotten.

Abandoned red dress
Ignored, highwayside, until
Marchers lift it high.

Discarded women
Red dresses line the highway
Marching in hope


#10 Wedding Morning

Fertile soil, they call it
I check.
Hand thrusts into the earth.
Is it moist?
Is it soft?
Does it accept my touch?
I plant my seed slowly and deliberately
Or sometimes I scatter it by fistfuls.
I ensure
The burgeoning earth
The continuance of my line
So that those after me may be
As those before me were
Wedded to the soil.

#11 Survivor Bias During Breakup Season

Every year I write a poem about
Breakup season
Because
Breakup season
Always comes.

Snow always melts.
Ice always cracks
And gets blown clear to the far shore.

Every year I write a poem about
Breakup season
Because
Under the snow there are
Always
Flowers.