'Neath the summer night,A thousand stars blink awake,Danse avec la vie.
Tag: Nature
She rises, ablaze
She rises, ablaze,A lush and fecund garden,Before her bright gaze.
Heat attracts young ghosts
Heat attracts young ghosts,Shimmering dancers teasing,From your lips, a kiss.
Lanterns cast shadows
Lanterns cast shadows,While trees rise with the morning,In dawn, a soft sigh.
Outside the University Library Often Unvisited
The thin book was drawn up from its dusty corner,Having long slept, unattended,And was taken outside, a campus' summer,To be read beneath the outstretched boughs,Of an ancient maple warmed by the sun,But then, only moments after,After joyously stretching its old spine,Revealing its record of lost memories,The book tumbles from exhausted fingers,Landing in verdant greens,A little … Continue reading Outside the University Library Often Unvisited
Green Seas, Blue Skies
I am floating on my back,Upon this sea of green envy,Staring at a broken blue sky,Only occasionally struggling,When it serves my own interests,Or when the waves come crashing,Without even asking,Drowning me casually, like a friend,And I can then say unsarcastically,That the sky is a beautiful because it is blue,Even though it isn't really really blue,More … Continue reading Green Seas, Blue Skies
Cloudy midland skies
Cloudy skies are fine,Like a blanket over me,Soothing my fever. Heat soars into blue,While cooler thoughts linger on,Forming fluffy clouds. A lonely raindrop,Kisses the page I'm reading,As though to say, "Hi." The sky's solid gray,Reminds me that I'm gray, too,Oh, how the time flies. The cigarette smoke,Lingers awhile above me,Before moving on.
summer days clinging to the midlands
Summer days cling to,Old maples whispering tales,Recalled over years. The moon kisses sky,Ascending misty midlands,Radiating calm. Crackling logs shatter,Spraying fiery dancers,Fading into dark.
The Boundary of Tir Na Nog
When the air warms under silver suns, And the ancient lakes births misty ghosts, Dancing faerie lights in wooded runs, Tease the memories of spring-time hosts, Crowned in past glories of battles won, Feted beyond ephemerals coasts, 'til ragged time makes all things undone, And legends fade to whispers at most, Heard now only upon … Continue reading The Boundary of Tir Na Nog
Sleeping in the midlands
Old cat yawns awake,Sunlight falls warm on the floor,Maybe one hour more.
Discarded Recollections 