• with the swallow

    Byjucasso

    masked moon cloud aloud with heavy rain
    cling to bough droop currants vine
    the train cumbersome-
    trunks of bending birch quench their thirst in puddled dirt decay
    sweet root, bearded bark shade shadow glade in shallow dark
    to hear a lark
    giddy in his yelp
    a cry for help
    mellow memory of the swelter
    give me shelter
    oh how he weeps
    to see the dove mourning
    an irreconcilable peace
    the cost of knowing
    tomorrow
    an hour
    in the life of an owl
    lucky to find field mice,
    sleep in a barn
    with the swallow.

  • of the sea

    Byjucasso

    clam in wet sand sinks in the drink of bubbles
    to breathe the froth doubles as ocean waves
    crash and prey upon a world of troubles-
    from oceans ear to the mouth of the bay
    gulls shrug off the cold, feel the flinging fad
    to swoop into a loop below the waters wealth
    a fish or two be had-as stealth the brazen
    fisherman is he, seagull, natural born hunter
    of the sea.

  • a hope to heal

    Byjucasso

    is illness but cold dark abandoned shed of tear? to think about you
    dear so far from home and feelings of a castaway lost to throw stones
    across the bay, to hit the mark as stake a claim, wellness the
    priceless pit of peach
    amid the center-reach, cling to the fruit to feast.
    when moon is full
    on some romantic beach, moon pull ocean the sandy stretch, a pageantry
    of starlight where dreams are met,
    seek sea birds in flight
    dart like targets in the night of lofty flutter a shutter of
    focus that zooms in on the horizon-fits of fog dissolve before another
    sun, a hope to heal the moan of mourn unearth the morning dazzling
    dawn.