(2013)
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
YOU and are not us.
