The hill behind the house lies bare On dark’s descending ride, Leaves a figure standing lone With the North East wind inside. She hesitates then hears command, Sounds of squadron pride Silhouettes on sunset’s wing With the arc of the world as guide. She waits, a hopeful beacon In silent calling –“Come by here!” Desire… Read more »
Summer is for speaking French When long syllables sweetly pull and push The warm taffy of succulent sound Pouting soft lips, Word-bits to be kissed. Even bad French is good French in August. Slouched against a green door jamb, With half-closed eyes you say simplement, “Oui,” An aperitif to hand Flowers trailing your hair. Only… Read more »
I can’t dance, I can’t fly, I can’t return I can’t weep, I can’t breath. I burn sorrow’s fire Heat beyond bearing, Singed black feathers, Fluttering in empty streets of longing, Lost hope, and memories of delicious laughter. No one applauds the miraculous muscle The unstoppable beauty poised, Waiting the last leap. In the… Read more »
Under this Full Moon Life is slipping away. I ponder loss watching My barn burn. Death smoking the air, Flames fed by my livelihood. But if I now see the moon, Will my Buddha-Self fill with gratitude? … Read more »
the gifts of death are many. Ask anyone who rises to be reborn each day.
lub dub love in every breath.