don't need rock and roll
she's into cool jazz and blues
tapping her red shoes

she's spent: creating
fingers are calloused and sore
she will do no more

twenty five percent
chance of snow flurries in june
crossing my fingers

wait for rainy days
for sweaters and galoshes
bring the umbrella

mud on your rain boots
tracking tiny prints around
the kitchen tile

wait for the winter
mittens, scarves and red noses
snow under the foot