Neath amethyst skies,Fairy circles’ flowers bloom,and await her arrival: Twilight-tinged Tulips,and Azure Azaleas, Peek shyly open petals.While Forget-Me-Nots,Rising ‘neath purple clovers,Murmur their dreamy hullos.Only the roses,Dream their purple fantasies,She loves them better that way. Caressing each friend,The Fairy Queen settles in,Neither song nor spell tonight,Just a cup of tea,And the easy grace of friends,For this, the … Continue reading Fairy Queen neath Amethyst Skies
Tag: Nature
To Climb the Mountain
I'm crawling upwards,Clawing out the earth to climb,Throwing others down.
Wounds Arrayed In Time
The river flows, calm, Feeding the bay with pale dreams, Transcending mere time. So the world-weary inn guest, Sneaking out to see, Sunrise between her smoke, Blue-gray on red sky, Sees the same gentle vision, As the old soldier, Red-lacquered and defeated, Dreaming of a peace, If not of body, then mind. Prompt: There is … Continue reading Wounds Arrayed In Time
The Summer Sickness
A hot wind carriesThe ambition of my love,This fever, yet unbroken. This dust on the wind,Clouds the judgment of young fools,And makes us all sick with love.
Another Crocus Poem
A lonely flower,Blooms bright in the snowy field,Like a long night’s dream.
summer’s start in the midlands
Seems summer turned on, An old cat purrs to spite me, I sweat to just groan.
A Longing for Autumn
My love is too delicate for daylight, like dewy imaginations of misty mornings, the soft, cool breath of falling maple leaves, the hush of grassy murmurs in shallow brooks, or the exultations of a wondrous, witchy child waking to the realization that she is finally home.
Warm days in the Midlands
Four decades have passed,Through storm, fire, disease, and drought,The maple revived. Shady reflections,Passing atop tall grass seas,A moment's reprieve. The buzzing of bees,And the rustle of petals,Make me long for home. Distant music plays,Voices call from the long past,Summer has begun. An old cat lies down,Languid eyes close for some sleep,Just another day.
Sweet Summer Rain
Passing through the thin membrane between Spring and Summer,It is the change of the air,Heady flower musk turned intoxicating,So the rain, heavy rain, falls hot and oppressive.It is the Not-Winter, the thick fecundity of Life,Darkening the air we breathe,Damp and threatening rot,So rains come with the intensityOf an ancient inquisitor,Washing away the filth,And with it, … Continue reading Sweet Summer Rain
Raindrops on my Cheek
I awoke to raindrops upon my cheek, The window slightly ajar helps me sleep, Though it lets in the storm, now dark and deep. Restless, I sat upon the ledge and peeked, Hoping to catch sight of the lightning streak, That will surely shatter this peace I keep. I know, I know this moment’s peace … Continue reading Raindrops on my Cheek
Discarded Recollections 