THIRD DAY OF DECEMBER
FATHER'S BIRTHDAY

Oh give to me
a sunny tomorrow
that I might sit
in a bright light,
and love
                                               the fleeing leaves.

To and fro
to and fro
like a wagtail’s long feathers before flight,
from shade
to light
                          I go.

FOURTH DAY OF DECEMBER
MOTHR'S FALL

When the invisible womb,
love,
like a leaf ablaze with all its seasons
falls,
and can no longer be touched,
a circle closes.
No longer a series of arcs,
the bud of Life
replete, round,
furls.

B.L.P Simmons:
B.L.P Simmons:
was born in St. Lucia, West Indies, studied design in England, and currently lives in California, USA. Her medium of expression went from design to poetry in 1990 and she has been writing ever since then. She also writes in Spanish, and enjoys translating Spanish poetry into English. One of her poems, published in "American Poetry Journal," was nominated for an annual Pushcart Prize. Her poems have been published in various journals, including Poui, the "Cave Hill Literary Annual" of the University of the West Indies, Barbados, and also in an anthology of Bay Area poets, Cuts from the Barbershop.

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