Long Waxwing Poems

He knew he had rubbed against some big shoulders.
Some like him and other were anoyed. What bothered him was they all existing relationships of there own. Some were ones you didn't wanna get involved with,...

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Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names and shapes, 
the same way the Cedar Waxwing flit and...

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We went to the top of a mountain…up a mountain road we wound our way
because we know it’s the perfect place to watch the sun set on the day.

We never tire of watching a sunset…for...

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Mr. Carrot, the talking morning alarm clock making waking up fun. 
His loud chimes would shake the ground and woods and wake up the church nuns.
A small pleasure starting with sun-shine and under the ground...

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Snowflakes taking rebirths; transforming into flimsy shapes,
Melting then, commemorating momentary landscapes...

Flying high; skating, skiing, tough throw of stony snowballs; 
One never gets hurt, yet, as though bathing in feather-falls...

Inner warmth and outer chill; frozen nights...

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Damp  leafs random toss by autumn gust,
hue stain bold foliage unfurls, 
brown, golden amber, red-orange curls,
into town or country setting thrust

Thin laid  ice chill air must plummet,
taut azure sky wing creatures flourish,
palm warbler,...

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I am cool water,
 You are a lily, upon ...
I move around and about -
 Sustain you, cradle you.
   Drink of me ...
       And bloom!

  ...

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