They flurry like a sea
of tiny figures
at the slightest provocation
It is a nice green afternoon
in the less than shaded spots
as I think about working
they rummage and rove
infinite creatures that likely
burrow to earth’s core.
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a pair of Fritillaries
float drift and glide
dancing on air
weaving interlaced designs
around one another
in arcs
of becoming
ascending
on an invisible strand
like lovers consummating
in a spiral
of forgetting
who they are
The water contained everything.
It was an ocean, a river, a tide.
Rolling its passions forward.
Calling out,
Ride with me.
Float into my flowers.
Smooth touches.
Reflections of light.
The gaiety as it bends.
Surely one can feel these blue waters.
Cupping ones hands together.
Splashing another.
Water everywhere and so is your laughter.
gold gossamer wings
shared life of privileged bliss
feather melts away
—–
small little green tree
hardened tempests have all lost
rooted much deeper
—–
Baja timeless spent
dryness within challenges
still waterless times
—–
character lost there
partake of sensual sky
Night in Joshua Tree
Exquisite sea shore
Flaming red the Flamingos
Dancing gracefully.
Moon casts its shadow
While lightning strikes thunder booms
Umbrella broken.
I’m more of a Cassandra with
my fingers on the pane
of Gettysburg
and early in the morning
it’s the birds territory
we step into
borrowing things
that belong to them
not just songs
but language barriers
and sometimes
even falling
out of trees
at night
if only on the inside
In the woods soft snow
falls on the first day of spring.
Two daffodils laugh.
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It takes a while for pale green dots
To turn into some grape varietal
It takes only time, soil, rain, sun
No need for supervision or religion
These sacred green dot embryos
Own all the information in code
To build asymmetric conical clusters
The endless wonders that abound
Stakes and trellises optional
