Category Archives: harmony

Pacific Perch

drawn to me you be

till be seen the words below

which speak for themselves

Berth Rest

here

our thoughts
wish themselves
about inland shoals

where beauty
be Mistress

her peace
overlaying strife

her wisdom
impart’d
for at least
this moment

better

to be shar’d
with tomorrow

Any side of the Sun

palms of leaves
tir’d and slipping
from the wood
onto the bed of marl

cultivating
dreams of rainbow petals

yesteryear’s keepsake to bear
of cloudless blues

the fruits to inspire
of their own dreams
and bless tomorrow’s trees
with laughter

Hereafter

pray
rise and shine
O favorable Sun

to warm our hearts
and ope thy clouds
with splendent rain

to awaken dreams
of such Friendhood
of Love
of Harmony

that we might ne’er know
thy dusk

Merry Christmas & A Happy 2020

                                       ‘tis not but
                                       “that time of the year again”
                                       when memory needs
                                       reminding—
                                       be it shar’d for all seasons—
                                       a whisper of the heart
                                       on all humanity—
                                       till is spun to a snowflake
                                       the Sun’s golden cocoon
                                       and she flies away
                                       as night

tides

Her every respiration
paints a unique flow
ne’er to be echo’d

yet a delightful lure
in reverie
even while She rests

’tis the Love
betwixt Land and Sea

Pu

Kahuna’s pure chords
Heaven’s break of Day invok’d
so smiles Melia

(Back from 1 month Staycation with best friend from Australia.  Relinquishing the heavy party favors for normalcy.  Peace, everyone.)

 

 

daily bread

mid morn—
kitchen window opens its eyes—
charming our nest into song frenzy—
front door reveals a friend
trying to mimic our chirp—
“Morning, pretty birds!”
our hearts beat past our wings
as wild seed fills our aerial bowl
and garnishes the feet of our tree—
“Enjoy, pretty birds!”
once again so good be life—
‘tis breakfast in Vale of Spring