Ochre Dreams

I Grey spaces, but the day has broken Hope rubs an eye, turns back to snooze Clear water in mason jar hold one life No frills, no leaves, ochre lotus intrudes ... Hopes falling into grey sleep II Sometimes a solitary dandelion defies All the cruelty, machinery of man, mowing all That stick out rebel-like in manicured lawns of his lives His dreams, his families, his nations small Or huge - no matter but his mind ... Korea is small! III Field of yellow dandelions Like a million galaxies with their suns Daring darkness to do its worst Or that single lotus in the fens ... Of our concomitant creation (beauty? beast?) IV There where imagination has married vision A mustang survives yet another depredation Emerging among the blood-red poppies Bold ... daring even woman to tame his Spirit If she could ever catch whatever happiness is