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.
Tag: green
Foggy Mirrors (day 2601)
It’s a damn shame
You used to ride around with foggy mirrors
In my largely used mind
Spinning wheels that ran me up
To a hundred miles an hour
Your headlights were my exposé
Dangling freely from the eye
Of my rear view mirror
But now the brakes have been applied
Shifted back down to first
Greens and reds and stop and go
City streets commanding slow
For You (day 2574)
I swept the fields
Mountains so clean
To end up in
Your hands again
I picked some daisies
Buttercups too
Golden rod
To hand to you
For in your eyes
I saw such hope
Dreams in a fashion
I’d cotton’d to
That kept a softspot
All animals
Of each their kind
Wild friends, too
And in the hearth
Roasting slow
Cups of tea
Tea for two
As here I made it
Pasture green
Journey to
Just for you.
Topsoil (day 2512)
Land is sprouting
Grass is green
Leaves are budding
Rain every day
Working begins
After Winter’s dormant
Shovel into this topsoil
Destiny (day 2461)
What took you to this destiny
Your wings have let you free
Wondering what made you grow
Large and green I wonder how
Lasting so all summer long
Curling up and falling down
Round and round goes every root
Water tapped mycelium
Green I see your destiny
Heart & Eyes (day 2455)
Take my heart and leave my eyes
One hundred leagues away
There is just one ol’ teak tree
I stand beneath today
Leaves yellowing and trunk so white
Amidst the forest so green
Elephant tracks to the great Mekong
Ox grazing back and forth
Inner Bark (day 2425)
I’m turning over a new leaf
– Budding spirals green in depth,
Spring’s warming showers –
My lines have turned
My shadows shifted
My inner bark has begun to stretch
To where my roots know how to find.
This heart of mine has slept and drank
My eyes have wept and cleared
New toes of length have wiggled free
For today I continue blossoming.
Green to Red (day 2422)
A lonely number
In a foreign country
Counting up
To a better memory.
If there was ever
A busy street,
Let stoplights turn
From green to red;
Let park benches sit
On friendly pathways.
Your Histories (day 2286)
I can only hold my breath
As waves of anxiety pass through me
Butterflies emanate so powerfully
From my being
Sunshine becomes hard to see
I cannot count to ten or listen
I cannot comprehend noises
Conversation becomes lost
In an inaudible sea of thought
That has found me here
Floating around your island
Out beyond the breakers in the sea;
A picture on the wall
That leaves me awe-struck
Star struck, but not star-struck,
Star struck that makes me remember
Your kindness that laughed at me
Your eyes that watched with me
Your silence that became excited with me
And your being that is
A remarkable being
A being that should rest upon silk robes
Effortlessly moving through a sea of pillows
That supports your every wish
With decadence and consideration
And space that gives you time
To remember the histories
That you have always been,
And love that has never been forgotten
In a book written long ago
Bound with two ribbons:
One of forest green,
The other of gray.
Ponds Edge (day 2219)
Awoke into a morning haze
As clear as light blue skies
Dew has slowly seeped in to
Kentucky Bluegrass all around.
And from my perch I see the lake
All covered in lillies and pollen,
Which thrills each bird that floats about
In search of her next sup.
Sweeping poplars flank my perch
Letting in little drops of sun
To feast my eyes in ever changing
Greens and greens and greens and yellows.
Swallows circle speedily
In than out of sight
Surely having such luck finding
Mosquitos awake so early.
Chick-a-dees here sing to all
Their lovely songs in cheerful reminder
Punctuated by a friendly woodpecker
Who reminds me of my duties calling
A-rack-rack-racking on his chosen tree.
