Your heart surely has emerged
Red, brown, orange seeds and grass
Each tree within the meadow glows
Floating on so merrily
Out in front of me.
Just as I can float away
Happily upon a thought of day
Your vision emerges out of mind
A lofty plan ahead, awaits.
Each growing breath of air
Sent from a new direction – North
Blows with it’s reminder to
Tuck away scattered growth
Inevitability of coming Autumn
I’ll prepare for your impending store.
Candle burns its way ahead
Evening blows a cold North wind
Outside the secured door
The dog rustles drearily
– All eyes and wagging tail –
Nothing left to do today
Except drift away to sleep
Sunrise makes the water rise
Night’s calm arise
More than crisscrossing
The bluest skies
Shake every scarlet web
Dew drops glitter on
In a sweet bird song
That rapidly takes morning
Into day.
Upon the breath
Of mornings frost
Four deer parley
Just out the hedge
To which feels so
Nearer than
Long past dreams
Shaken off
Which barks at dormancy
Like soon Spring’s bust.
Yet laying softly
Which carries remains
Of late night travellers
Snow, of course,
That came so quietly
Floundered about
Biting at the air.
This mountain has grown
So I can not see it’s top
It’s not even stopping
So I’m not stopping
But as I look up so high
Unsurmountably high
I feel deep inside
A yearning for the air
I see high above
And in front of me too
I see both my shoes
And a path rarely travelled
Which today
Of all days
I’ll start here right now.
Green and gold wrote the book
On sending a farewell
Like visions of a fairy landing
Silk scarves draped all around
Your hair, so fair, waving down
Unending blossoms in flow
And each twist of bark
Trembling as a breath of air
That coils around
What never stays
Mycelium’s great decay.
Overwhelming experiences
Laid the groundwork
Afresh
Like lichen upon dead branches
Where rainfall
To rest
And there lying next to it
Awaiting
Cried knowledge
Unable to fly
Abreast
Walking home
Whistling a tune
I pulled a flower
To look into
What I had always
Wanted to
And there beyond
What I could explain
Sat a curious Chipmunk
Who whispered to me
A secret song
I had known
For very long
Which made me think
I had to look
Deep within
Many more flowers.
The Moon walked me to sleep tonight
Slowly down the road
Splashing in partially exposed puddles
Reflecting Eve’s pale glow
My echo rumbled deep within
And off unseen giants skin
Ursa Major reared, head ablaze
As I found my bed to tuck in