Ron Hayes teaches literature and writing to Learning Support students at an inner-city high school in Erie, PA
where he is also a football coach for his school and the Staff Poet Laureate for his school district. His work,
like him, has appeared here and there (though it never seems to get him anywhere) and he is an infrequent,
though ardent, participant in The Erie Book Store's Poetry Scene on Friday nights. In his spare time he waits
for his wife to finish pharmacy school, judges speech and debate competitions, and dreads checking his sons'
math homework.
where he is also a football coach for his school and the Staff Poet Laureate for his school district. His work,
like him, has appeared here and there (though it never seems to get him anywhere) and he is an infrequent,
though ardent, participant in The Erie Book Store's Poetry Scene on Friday nights. In his spare time he waits
for his wife to finish pharmacy school, judges speech and debate competitions, and dreads checking his sons'
math homework.
Two tiger lilies
Waving to me in traffic
Waiting for the light.
Where snowflakes tumble
Children grin from ear to ear
Whooshing down the hill.
Two broken branches
Adrift in an icy pond.
You and I apart.
Turtle meets a sprig
Of winter mint in the sun.
Memory of spring.
May winds wakening.
Dandelion parachutes
Dot my neighbor's lawn.
Waving to me in traffic
Waiting for the light.
Where snowflakes tumble
Children grin from ear to ear
Whooshing down the hill.
Two broken branches
Adrift in an icy pond.
You and I apart.
Turtle meets a sprig
Of winter mint in the sun.
Memory of spring.
May winds wakening.
Dandelion parachutes
Dot my neighbor's lawn.
Ron Hayes
Rigid stalks of corn
In row after row of green.
August sentinels.
A single drop of rain.
Powdery dust on the path.
Insignificance.
Brave crocus pushes
Through a crust of snow.
Spring begins a new reprise.
The crackle of leaves
Underfoot echoes the sound
Of a fire at night.
Fat raindrops. Springtime
Cacophony pattering
On a thin tin roof.
In row after row of green.
August sentinels.
A single drop of rain.
Powdery dust on the path.
Insignificance.
Brave crocus pushes
Through a crust of snow.
Spring begins a new reprise.
The crackle of leaves
Underfoot echoes the sound
Of a fire at night.
Fat raindrops. Springtime
Cacophony pattering
On a thin tin roof.