Long Heavy dew Poems

I recall when my father died
The weeping willows cried
Sunflowers hid their face
Morning birds sang "Amazing Grace
That night the moon was blue
He sobbed a heavy dew
Frogs and crickets, respectfully silent
While his world mourned in private

He had...

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WE KNOW NOT WHEN

A branch I fell,
was many times past,
From my home, mother tree,
Alas,

I know not,
when this time began,
Floating down the creek,
Around the bend,

Twirling in the water,
Not knowing when,
It will begin,
Or if it will ever...

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I was acquainted with you for one night
Not bright by moonlight nor candle to-light 
The romance that could be brighter than this night

I am acquainted with you and the discomfort of pain 
Unpleasant emotions try...

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Crisp nights, heavy dew, coming soon
Smoke trail of swallows southward fly
Fruit boughs droop under harvest moon
Corn towers up to touch the sky 

Fall speckles in the trees on high
Crisp nights, heavy dew, coming soon
Fat melons...

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October turns another numbered page
Act three of nature's seasonal ballet
While dreams of summer gradually assuage
Bright dancing leaves now star in autumn's play

Chilled mornings waken to a heavy dew
Cold mercury begins it's slow descent
The sun pulls...

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There's a heavy dew 'pon the ground
A gift from last nights rain
Then I saw the path whence was made
By an animal plain

Then I saw another path, too
They both came from the road
Then they converged in...

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Foggy mist from the creek rises
Accented by a gold sun
Wispy clouds lie white against blue
When the crack of dawn is done

Heavy dew sparkles or looks white
Upon the grass lime green
Waterdroplets cling like diamonds
In the scheme...

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“I breathe the breath of life everyday

I breathe the summer breeze making the trees sway

I breathe the heavy dew of the morning mist

I breathe the warm breath from your lips

I breathe salt from the sea...

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The winds of March missed their cue
 when the days slipped in with April's rains
for a week or two, they held back leaving heavy dew
 as graying skies flooded city and plains.

Now as April saunters...

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Sitting in self enforced silent solitude
mind racing madly trying to catch
A train of thought
Sipping a second coffee in hope 
of more awareness
Seeking the comfort in clarity
of thought
and grasping smoky tendrils
of half-baked muddy pie ideas
Sun's been...

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