Happy Mothers’ Day
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Outside
old stomping grounds
of our forebears
ere cement supplant’d forests
ere the wind became trite
no wonder
our instincts
not born of fables
so for now
with even more acute
eyes and ears
will we savor these ventures
Floral Telepathy
look at me
let thy sight
slowly fade into thought
contemplate
where you’ve never been
inside my kingdom
you the sentient
the pupil
of the live inanimate
and graduate
to savor my essentia
After the Rain
one Morn cherish’d I
when Mother Earth
step’d from her shower
don’d her favorite robe
and invit’d Half Moon
to have breakfast
with the Sun and Me
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
Today’s Aspiration
thru a rift in the fabric
of cold uncertainty
fly our deafen’d spirits
from the bugles of despair
towards that sparkle
in the spire of time
oh! to feel the warm voices
of angels
on the wings of a Miracle
New World 2
once organic— soon
biogenetically
modify’d planet?
Koi in Looking Glass
so many
Jewels of Power
streaming
in dancing shadows
of land and sky
but only one
Dragon of Good Fortune
rising
where rainbows prism peaks
of clashing cascades
queue
Darn those early birds
Guess I’ll have to wait my turn
Please leave me some seed
Hawai’i
a century of Siblings
born of Fire and Earth
from the depths of Night
stretching thru the unseen
towards the distant
smile of the Sun
to buss Lower Heaven
and clasp their spirits
as Bouquet of Southern Sea
Sunset
drifts Eventide
across a narrowing hall
of the Sea
her own shadow
her own reflection
her own light
to follow
whose last cinder of breath
will fall into dream
o’er brink of the World
brook
be drawn our eyes
to thy voice
a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter
but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie
clouds
changelings
of Lower Heaven
who listen
to th’ eyes below
who speak
sometimes in moody wisps
sometimes in tears
till as ghosts
under the blue breath of Day
or the chandeliers of Night
they sleep
Crane of Paradise
Seductress
of eyes athirst
of lovers faithful
to Truth
of ideas embracing
wherefore of Life
Winter
polar mist
upon me descends
my raiment to shed
myself to slumber
to hibernate
to muse
of the wonderscape
outside my dream cave
till on my brow
comes knocking
the breath of Spring
