Did you listen when I spoke no words?
I could hardly lean to take flight
Soar away, hide away
Aloof my trail ablaze.
I woke up from a foggy bliss
Tended to my flock,
Stepped into a day of glass
Dew upon my shoe.
When I carried over my heart,
Sealed with each singing bird’s note,
T’was then I had no words to share
No sound to match such pure delight.
Find me if you can
I wont be singing at the gates
Found a path
That led me down a mountain road.
Came upon two pillars
I took to calling affectionately
Mister One and Mister Two.
Hello, how are you,
It’s good to find you here
I have come from far
And I’ve got a bit to go
Share a tea, I’ve got enough for three.
And a bird came
Whistling to me
That took me off
To find a beautiful melody
Since that was all
I had ever hoped
Would find me here.
He could not remain solitude
Friends emerged from all around
One found under a toadstool
One behind a thriving red spruce
Even as the day waned
A coyote came strolling along
Until at last, eyes tired and closing
The moon bid farewell and peace
Then all at once a new day began
A sun stretching over the horizon
And with it, a chorus of white breasted birds
To ring the day begin.
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.
Written amongst trees
Were love letters
Spoken in crevices
Former bud joints.
Written in dried grass
Fallen and blown flat
Mounding and rumpled
Distances still remained.
Written in birds
Soaring up high
Flying in pattern
Collecting in unisen.
Written in biting wind
Words whispered as grace
Heart pointed fleece
Blessed for disguise.
Written in flowing water
Cursing of thy veins
Flowering of all life
Love found in Spring.
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.
I’ve sponsored your heart
Into the creamspace of my cranium
No longer butterflies floating
Birds chirping
Dolphins laughing
Or worms digging,
Just a heartbeat
Sponsored by your thought
Which I care to embrace
And hope to retrace.
Watched a blue sky tonight
Float away into dust
With starlight making it’s entrance
While sunlight rusted on
Carrying a short winged bird
Off into thy nether woods
Calling ahead to share
Evenings bounty, a full gathering
And though I worked long hard hours
Though I toiled away the day
Coming dusk soothed thy bones
A pleasant surrender thus I depart
Gardening is for lovers
It is not for somebody who hates the world,
Cant stand to wait
Intermingling with chaos
In a fabric of life.
Gardening is for those who see the world,
Smell the sun,
Walk around with silent footsteps
To not scare the birds
Who sing so beautifully
For worms beneath the earth.
Gardening is for those who feel the wind,
A sweet summer lustre
Mixed with tobacco falsettos
Amongst little poplars.
Gardening is for the lovers
Who sit down side by side
And smile amidst sunflowers and cabbage
Like the silty loam soil
Made them to be.
I loved a maiden in the dark
She never asked my name
Though she cried out loud and clear
A bird she flew away
Goodnight says firefly
As darkness takes me away
Swallow wishes for me a star
Landing on my door