A spoon moseys along
Lingering for long idyllic moments
Across the creamy prinstine surface
Round vanilla wafers peek
From their whipped cream envelopes
Hinting at the promise
Of delightful tastesensations
Anyone with intelligence
Should agree that sometimes banana pudding
Is the perfect midnight snack!
© L. Kupfer
I escaped the last shades
Of February gray
That brooded over Birmingham
Left town unemployed
Headed down south on I-59
And found shelter amongst
The tender closed buds
Of dogwood and azaleas scattered
Around the little secluded lake
Of my parents’ country place
Nestled in Poplarville, Mississippi
I watched
The green tendrils
Heralding March’s spring
Entwine around those virgin buds
Like the gentle arms of a lover
Dancing to the soft melody
Of the breeze
Until one by one
The petals burst forth
In orgasmic blooms
Of white, pink, red and purple
I smiled at the frequent flashes
Of cardinals and jays
Scarlet and blue splashes
Against pine tree backdrops
Greedily feasting on sunflower seeds
Ignoring
The nearby cacophony
Of squabbling squirrels
While tiny hummingbirds
delightfully zig-zagged to and fro
I enjoyed
The gradual lengthening
Of golden daylight
As March blended into April
Laying outside on earth’s breast
Gazing up at blue skies
In quiet contemplation
Of where do I go from here
Uncanny
How time stands suspended
When you don’t have to answer the call
Of eight to five days
But all good things must
Eventually come to an end
A return to the workday reality
Of gainfully employed status
Has now finally materialized
I am renewed and healed
And am thankful I had this idyllic period
A different kind of spring break
© L. Kupfer
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Originally written 04/21/2000
She pads her way
Surefooted and steady
To the remote mountainous apogee
That is her ultimate goal.
Gratefully she ignores
Shadowy attempts to vex her resolve
For her path is radiated
By the full moon
Head held high, keen nose questing
The subtle clues carried by the wind
She pauses and stares
Over the land spread below
She has no need to seek redemption
From the sophists and global alarmists
For her essence is one of strength
And her intuition born of wisdom.
Standing proud on four furry pillars
She lifts her head towards the moon
And from her throat pours forth
The ancient veneration of her kind
AAAaaaAAAARRROOOOOOOOooooOOOOOOO!
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© L. Kupfer
you sang
the twelve days of christmas
much to my delight
then we danced
ring around the blue spruce
with the tiny multi colored lights
I loved your color coordination
as I watched you hang
the shiny globes with care
you smiled your indulgence when I added
the snowflake ornaments from Dollar Tree
tiny red velvet bows completed the ensemble
the silver garland sparkled so prettily
nestled amongst the branches
the star at the top blinked merrily
as we wrapped arms around each other
we inhaled of the fresh pine scent
and shared coffee flavored kisses
as we gazed with happiness and pride
at our first Christmas tree.
© L. Kupfer
Tonight
The muse decided to sit on my shoulder
And softly whisper names in my ear
I can’t help the wistful smile
As I see with adult eyes
One by one
The girls and women that I’ve loved
From inside the closet
Classmates from high school…and college
Softball teammates…and competitors
Older than me… and some younger
A few coworkers… and two bosses
Some married with children
Diverse and unique each one
They were the girls and women I’ve loved
From inside the closet
Far be it for me to name
The girls and women that I’ve loved
From inside the closet
I just know
They were special to me
In all the sweet innocence of those days
Before I understood and accepted
I was a woman who loved women
If I knew then what I know now
Would it have made a difference?
Could it have made a difference?
Should it have made a difference?
My heart says maybe, then maybe not
My head tells me I’ll never know
It was safer then to love them
From inside the closet
Of all the girls and women that I’ve loved
From inside the closet
Only a handful know the truth of now
That I am a woman who loves women
Their friendship I dearly cherish
Yet I can’t help but wonder
About all the others through the years
Whose memories I hold close to my heart
Would they ever know?
Could they ever know?
Should they ever know?
My heart says maybe, then maybe not
My head tells me I’ll never know
So until the day comes, if ever
And I meet them face to face again
I’ll go on loving them from inside the closet
©L. Kupfer
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