(2013)
Composed 2 February
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
YOU and are not us.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
