Laid flat
The cat
Sat back
To count each minute
Awaiting his feeding
That came never too often.
White paws
White tail
White ears and nose
A starking vision
Against Autumn browns
A house cat hardly saw.
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Rose Petals
This is not a trail of broken hearts;
Fallen crimson rose petals
Reminding me of each cycle
Lost and reborn
Sun and moon dance.
This is a ripening and maturing
A ferment and bottle conditioned
Led by the golden tears
Of Springs fresh showers.
A frosty morning
With birds calling from branches
Yet bearing,
And a sly cat whispering:
Good day Sir, come along.
Journey Begins
I am off
The world awaits
The future is mine!
Bon vogage.
Bag’s been packed
With toothbrush and shoes
Map laid out
Water filled
Tires checked
All feels clean
The weathers nice
Promising more
Passport is ready
We’ll see you soon.
Garlic (day 3215)
Graft me to a garlic bulb
So I can be the first one up in Spring
Aroma for a fine cuisine
Tastier than soupine
And when the season’s over and done
Hang me from the rafter
So I can be saved away
To remember Summer’s sway.
Little Old Lion (day 3211)
Little old lion
That sits on a brick
Looking as though a guard
What respite doth bring
Such sentinel a beast
In the hour
Of a deep felt freeze?
Goodnight (day 3210)
My star awoke
And let shine
Amidst a valley of grass
That sat silently
As midnight would
Sending me a goodnight.
Drying Mounds of Dirt (day 3201)
Hardness crumbling
Polytonality
Movable yet immovable
Spring and Summer Came (day 3199)
She was a vision
I couldn’t rid my mind
Took a walk around
Saw her everywhere
Made her up a gift
Took it from my heart
Couldn’t find her again
She had deserted me
So I climbed the mountain
Took a great survey
Spoke two words in peace
With my Eagle soul
Clear as day I run
Into the meadow field
Far below my heart
In sweet dew drops
Never rush the heart
She was my very earth
Spring and summer came
Filling me up again.
To Yoke (day 3198)
Still I sat
Closing my eyes
With a smile inside
For it was you
So close to me
Orchid on my mind
A new time
To yoke
So that my eyes
Were your being
And the reach
Of your touch
Was the work
That I could do.
Would We Dance (day 3119)
Would we dance?
As the night became our minds
Setting in
Gelatin
For my hand would be outstretched
For yours, calmly by
Like the pedestal
Spectacle
On my mind
Singularity
Would we dance?