The Many Seasons Of Her Moments

She cried for so many reasons

They weren’t all cries of hurt, though,

No, most maybe,

But definitely not all

Sometimes she cried,

From all of her laughter

Her laughter causing her to heave,

Rhythmically up and down

She had such a great laugh,

And she was wise enough,

To use it as often as possible

Sometimes fear could cause her tears

She seemed to like to live,

In moments of fear

She feared as much as any woman,

I had ever come to know

But this was out of necessity

She was fond of telling me,

How, without fear,

We would never realize the joys,

We fought so hard to obtain

During the long, cold and lonely,

Months of snowy winters,

She would cry from a lack of companionship,

A lack of the leaves on the trees,

And the warmth of sunshine,

Kissing her,

On her white skinned face

She cried for all the seasons,

The many seasons

All of which created those very movements,

Which I remember fondly

She’s been gone a while, now,

But is never very far away

And when I feel like crying,

I think of her moments,

And before I know it,

It’s back again,

That same laughter,

She taught me to live for

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Springtime awakes

Leaving winter

As cold as she’s always been

Looking tired and lacking life

spring freshens

Spring rejuvenates

Spring arrives


Green grass

Birds chirp

With a feeling of new beginnings

Being reborn at the right time

People laugh

Sweaters hide

Spring smiles


Winter curses

Icy snarls

A long sleep awaits, just beyond

And winter will soon be forgotten

Joyful hearts

Replacing cold

Spring’s here

© D J Loweman 2015

A Richer Man

I work hard

At nothing, all day

It’s not as easy as it looks

Filling the time

Gaping the minutes

I take long walks

Visit the parks

And all my favorite, solitude haunts

I write

I fill pages upon pages

Most of which

Will never see the light of day

I fulfill my daily requirements

There’s really not much to it

But I see to it, that it gets done

I don’t make a great living, off this lifestyle

But I see the sun and feel the winds

More than most

And I’m a richer man

For living this way

© D J Loweman 2015