Child Peacock Poems

A mass of emerald and ochre leaves,
sway upon the light summer breeze.

Suction of boots to big, wrenched from the muck,
grunting, banging, the metal bucket thunks.

The...

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I saw peacock feathers stuck in fences when I was a child.
The farm next to my grandparents raised peacocks.
They were the prettiest colors of purple...

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Mostly the young are not obeying covid rules.
Strutting around the streets like neon peacocks
bragging about a wild-weed-no rules-weekend 
arrogant-cell phone suckling -little fools
bringing death to...

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Secret lover
greeting morning
from flowering
window
a song
opening day
like peacock fan
lilies and roses
sparkling
ripping 
from night
its equalizing 
veil
uncurtaining
dawn's
new day
rosy child 
play
maturing 
midday
to adulthood 
cares
trading petals
for apples and pears
with seeds...

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