Summer spills from the sky,slaking the soil ~ libations linger in puddles drawn forwings washes ~sun swept by bird banter andrustling green breezes,we sink into shaded repose. Have a beautiful day!
city
windows
If the eyes are windows to the souland all I see is rain,then every thought becomesa puddle shallow in depthand deep in malaise.Soaked in solitude,not even the birdsoffer their melody, drownedby the rhythm of the gray.Yet in spite of the turbid sky,we hope —knowing spring is here andflowers are near andthe tilt of the earth … Continue reading windows
sentient skies
Birds unburden the city silence delinking the chains of a solitary season, decompressing minds confinedto the stone walls of winter.People sit where they scattered on green blades becoming ladders to the sun-drenched dreams of early springs and stubborn summers.On the wings of a finch, we sing to warmer skies. You can find an animation that … Continue reading sentient skies
rumbles
Earth rumbles with lifecoursing through its tunneled veinssubterrain scurryBrief balance sighted beyond and between the lines~ round intersections between
Beverly
“Can you play some Jamaican music?”she asks — the sax mancatches her question.“Are they from America ora different island?”she asks — me.She hails from Jamaicaon the wings of our lord.55 this years this July.Memory like a trap.Moves like the breezeas the jazz mobStirs It Up.Her grandmother a princess,her father a diplomat,her love for them overflows … Continue reading Beverly
more than a drive
Sleek coated goats graze roadside,women balance bounties atop their heads ~strong necks carry bananas, sticks, and woven baskets.Roots writhe and wrap through red rocks,a mountain carved for modern passage.School children walk home for lunch,uphill and uplifted, by the looks of their smiles and waves. Perfumed air: stunning notes of wet clay, embers, ripe banana, and … Continue reading more than a drive
when
A city exhales,homes inhale — people worryabout positives.The negatives granttemporary clarity but when will we live?Spontaneous joy,without examination free to love again —
daylong feast
You ever smelled air so thickwith pancakes, you dreamt of maple syrup rain?The morning buzz of a warm wintersettles into my cup asleaves crunch atop hot buttered streets —the day paved for champions.Translucent pink cloudssizzle over the setting sun,plated on a pastel sky.A sweet surprise afterthe daylong feast:a gibbous, soon full.
brink
Fancy another spirit shaken, soul unearthed? Quench you ~ glorious.
a new night
rest and replenish resist the city’s siren ~ reset to rebound.
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