The wind in the willows
Sometimes soughs, sometimes billows
Hand in hand with dancing leaves
With sunlight and shadow it weaves
Woven in the summer heat
In fancy born, a mysterious treat
A kaleidoscope of dark and light
Played out in wonder and delight
Upon a screen of sun kissed skin
A moment lived without an end
A feeling born, a memory kept
That danced upon us as we slept
The soft breeze soughs softly through the tall cypress trees.
I stare at the tomb of my son, gone so long now.
How he loved to sail on gentle summer smooth seas.
The soft breeze soughs softly through the tall cypress trees.
A cold gust of squall, he drowned slowly by degrees.
I stare at the cold slab, my head in prayer I bow.
The soft breeze soughs softly through the tall cypress trees.
I stare at the tomb of my son, gone so long now.
What else do we have
but what we can hold
in our own two hands?
Reticent whispers of honey
sprinkle on my chest
and I find that soughs
deplete the sweetness
burned into me.
In the palm, I hold
a blade of bluestem-
dancing, swirling,
wanting me to taste,
what she tastes,
when it rains.
I want some of that redolence.
I desire the sigh and suck
of a splitting cantaloupe
to wake me,
the seeds to carry
these lips to sing,
the juice to nurture,
and my words
penetrate the wind-
carrying love to every ocean.
If the honey reaches my tongue,
I will remember that
too much sweetness will keep you forever.
Guilded light
tangers lost in flight
over lavender meadows
whistling like our rooster kettle
Hot...summer days violets grew
where crystal light filters through
picture windows
The wind soughs and whispers slow
stirring gentle leaves
turning gold in late summer's eve
Crystal light paled
I nestled in verdant orchard veil
silent rain nourished verdant plains
Beneath deadgrass and muddy soil
new seeds nourished by snowmelt...unspoiled
Walking across cool beach claysand
gazing at the horizon on OUR LAND
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