There are diamonds
That glow amber
And your eyes
That shine brighter
Each star
Burning up
In the night sky
I’m looking at.
Big old pine trees
That tell of ancient
Mariners searching
For a lost fish
Out at sea
Every wave
Shakes each stone
By my feet.
Do you remember
How far the sun goes
Before it falls behind
That yonder hill
Take me over
To the pasture
I know no other
Calling home.
Goodbye to another day
Worked my fingers raw
Played a song
With Wild Buffalo
Who danced an ancient dance.
Watched Orion come and go
And set the moon aglow,
And in my heart
I knew it’d come
To waking once more
Into a day, another work
Filling me with all my mirth.
As daylight waves a day goodbye
Eyes grow ever weary
Toil has been a good day spent
Fingers feel their strength
And in the hour I say my thanks
I speak of each their task
Remembering that uniquely
Each their strengths, we carry.
Destiny took my hand away
Like a leaf upon the meadow
Floating and opaque amidst
Ten thousand blowing stalks.
A river sprung from sweet Gaia
Hard Winter’s brought again
There to find me upon a knoll
Lost in reverie.
Cleaned brush
Wall of essence
Slight twinge thy nose
Oh deepest temptation
How you flirt with my soil
A thought of thaw, a hint of melt,
A sense of return to summers belt
But then a day so far away
Seems the Spring that once did hint
Now a freeze, frosty fence
Covering the land, so white.
Yet in my eager gait
I sense all soon to blossom
And maybe, too, I spy
A bird been gone a while.
A rainbow has landed by my chair
Two shades clearer than yesteryear:
Many cuts more the wiser.
And to my right there burns a fire
So emotive I saw the sun
That held me up as rain came down
Floundered in the far off field.
Then in the soup I had not made
But sat down to enjoy
I sang a song of lucky chance
Though no hardship saved my rent.
It excites me
To work each day
Hard upon my stay
A ration here
A ration there
All good things in time
For the field
A root or two
A cleft of grass, too
And patiently
From such small stock
Watch a seedling
Grow to tall
Whereby in time
A harvest comes
All beneath the sun.
Blank vision
Frozen in decay
Lumps
For weather calls
My Valentine
Present in a box
Gathering storm
I wished no more
Growing straight and clean.
Lapping up a little mess
Flowing down the bank
Muddy underneath foot
Soaking into earth.