Somewhere down the road we pass
Under sun's heat, drops amass
Sweat and tears we blast
First kept then cast
Under the Moon's hex that was
Journey along the road we surpass
Under the bridge, jubilation of wrasse
Above our shoulders we carry the mass
Somewhere down the road we pass
Through the wide and crooked roads are crasse
Rubbles spewed by winds on stained glass
Up the road of heights is a watch glass
Down the road we seize grimes of brass
Then lie down on beds of hushed grass
Somewhere down the road we pass
Her Friends Call Her….. Sun Tea
O the glass jar waits for time
To turn her tea inside sublime
She takes her place among clay pots
Of Parsley, Bay leaf, Bergamot
Her friends have flown in from above
The Blue Jay, Cardinal, Mourning Dove
They sing! They dance! They gesture wildly!
Her amber liquid, did Sun kiss mildly!
And passing clouds with thunderous glee
Watch glass & Sun turn time to tea
And as the day bows to the night
She lifts her lid, pours sweet delight!
Father’s Day…..’10
Sharing a sunny morning with my potted and feathery friends, and my special guest, Sun
Tea
Thoughts, breathless,
disperse like clouds
in the day.
Interludes,
cut short in the wind,
gone
with the time.
Empty caves of remembrance,
torn in a starless sky,
the light of bygone days,
extinct.
Broken watch-glass,
torn off hands,
covered by the sand
of the past.