All everything loaded
to one afternoon
the grass itself printing
to our limbs
and clouds washing sky,
the birds below us
reeling and unreeling
climbing in arced waves
and wonder is a moment
burning skywards- cut away
from all,
time fettered and tethered
at bay.
We exist a May flown day
hour glass full
sated-
gone.
Toxic algae blooms
killing wildlife as red tides
roll in.
A sign reads, “No swimming.”
Birds don’t know of the danger.
Cows drink the red sludge..
The stagnant, dead fish smell
permeates the air.
The flowers along the water’s edge
are pretty for now.
Picking them could be deadly.
a misty morning
clouds floating on tree-tops
art of becoming!
thunderstorm and hail
has just passed away
stormy silence!
raindrops falling on the roof
trees are but
signature of nature on the orb.
here lies
the poet
you once
knew, now
the verse
is closed
while living
the poet
gave us
rhymes,
words to drape
around our
cold shoulders
now we must
bring flowers
and a few
lines of our
own.
Landlubber lived in the forest.
He built homes and splatted his tail
in the stream when danger was near.
Landlubber’s gnarly teeth chewed branches
creating shelter for his little ones.
Life was good until the owner
arrived and blasted his home to pieces.
The farmer was glad he got rid of the beaver.
Landlubber moved on to build the house
of his dreams on some
other land lover’s property.
I’ve a darkened past, I shan’t say aloud
I have a fear at times, among the crowd
I’ll not let the darkness overtake me
Nor hiding in the shadows taunting thee
Sacred is the time at hand
Relinquishing all things planned
Dreams forever, they’ll provide
Now beyond the great divide
I can surpass the things that hold me near
Within the shadows realm and atmosphere
I see so many windows so clearly
Hanging in the wind and spinning near me
Rise above a shadow’s past
Knowing things will never last
I feel the chill from whence on high
Strengthen hearts that pass me by
From a darkened past I shall rise above
Know without a shadow’s doubt, there is love
Many things guide me through the wind and sky
On eagles wings heightened and amplify
While sitting on a bench by the shore,
I saw a horse running free.
There was a sunset backdrop and a tropical sky,
In a land where horses fly.