Short Flagstone Poems

A Honey-Suckle for me!
Wandering along the flagstone path 
Hardy shrubs line the iron gate 
Delicate golden trumpets 
Sniffing the sweet scent in
The humming of bees 
Sweet nectar on 
Ruby lips 
Natures 
Kiss...

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Green lush of green 
lush green is green
a leaf of language 
a branch of word 
a flagstone steps 

Heart of the earth is free, 
white flowers
Clean heart, 
fine arts literature
sketching art 
arable land 
planting gratitude

Green is nature 
cool breeze 
citing cloud 
loyal heart 
clarity of thinking 
for the future!...

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Sitting on a curbstone
Wondering at words and what they mean
Like what induced the man to call it flagstone?
Was he flagging needing a flat stone to lie on?
Or did he wish to iron a flag?
Did flag mean flat in someone’s second language?
Was flagging just a method used to quarry?
At least we know this stone is curbing traffic
I’m off to post a letter
Or maybe pole an “A”...

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Golden light upon the shattered wood,
snow upon the worn stone steps.
 A fragment of forgotten rose,
caught in the rusty hinge's bloom.

 Grey leaves cling to winter's bone,
ethereal mist upon the river's spine.
  Frost's pale kiss upon the flagstone.
Crisp silence broken by the wind's score.

I'll attend to the worn wooden gate! 
  Commencing the fragility of things,
Growing fragile with each fading ray.
 Gnawing like the whisper of the wind's prosthetic wires....

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