(2008)
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
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a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more