A Basket of Days

Up in the trees, Cold from this winter night, Bronze leaves dangling Along the wet hedges A train passes, And doesn't say much. Sweet hot sun gently Placed on the surface of my Face- easy to smile. The roar of jet engines- tilting onto a Set destination For two nights a Constant beeping- Location unknown Foggy morning- Down the crowded roadside Mist swirling in the light Shadows on the rocks A small bird takes rest on a Branch- the buzzing bees Everywhere the sun Shines is gold- the valley Below the haze Yellow daisies Sprouting throughout the fields Early in spring's joy Moon light on the Rocks and dead leaves- Some days before it's full Thin empty branches No light-no color The darkest of view The morning skunk Hobbling across the street Returns to the brush Candle lit room No voices range out But he who stands before us He has many Poems- all spoken like One long biography Through the crystal Clear glass a man with a flute- Leaning with every blow This night with few clouds But a full moon-ways away The pink blossoms Thistled pine And off further... Everything else in the night Waking up from a nap My car window covered In tiny dew drops Walking up the marble steps up to a wooden Door- further unknown Outside the grocery Store, everyone is holding Roses- faces truly sad. Instantly finding the Right roses, I swoop them up And take a big whiff! Ah! These trees have Blossomed- the scent of life in More ways than just one Above the shingles Of a brick building, I watch All who pass by Busy is everyone- Pacing a worlds length Right before my toes. My surroundings Pulsing with great noise- I return To the silent stars Between the rush of Walkers, a couple dancing a Quick salsa From afar I gaze At skyscrapers- a light flicks On, then off again. Tall and slim skyscrapers- Man's desperate attempts To flee earth. Lying love down in The candle light- her skin does Not go untouched Polished marble Reflecting the look of the Sun in someone's eyes The wind slides Easily through his black hair- His smile to all The water flows Outward- rippling to the Edge where the bird sits Two sparrows sail Over blank rooftops Landing in the mint trees The sound of Rustling branches- The palm fans in open air Helicopters Hovering in one place- The loud sounds overhead The night is long- A pack of cigarettes lay Resting on the table All as one the birds flail from the Telephone wire- and return