cornflower blue sunflower skies

Byjucasso

cornflower blue sunflower skies
clouds daydream adrift to lift
shade of gray a palest green
allow the plow of yellow corn
before the loss of cool in early morn

fill farm stands to the brim with apples pears grapes-squash
carrots turnips potatoes cucumbers tomatoes-the harvest approaches

weather rough ground hard windy
flinty skin dry eyes gritty
sand storm lost in thought
courageous parting with the past
walk with me again on the beaches east end
sit with me on the shore looking over the horizon
it is you I am looking for at the end of every rainbow
you hand me a paintbrush and you say paint it.

my friend

Byjucasso

my friend
tide crash
fish swim under the sea
moon send wave pound
as the heart feels free

great the time it takes to know someone well
I hesitate every pause
to give you room
shine brilliant moon
under stars will mend
hearts so close blend
feel a new beginning
willing in evening chill
exercise a right of will
turn to you still
as Christ baptized by John
how we carry on the burden
under a forgiving sun
the tiresome weight
undo fate
angel in a state
borderline across the great divide
I sense your thoughtful hand in mine
I love you you are kind
heartfelt in deed
the chores must get done
in sleet and snow and sun
in wind that blow about
the woman moved to yawn
met by the dawn
slept the night till
early morn
time map the quiet of day
as a moon in tune with night
a disk shine benevolently bright
that she may find her way.

in the main

Byjucasso

cool moon loom cloud strewn
bathe in the wave a stormy brew
pick up the pieces of artifact
dormant adornment renewed
love forever resolves
the heart of hearts is rock
to waste not one minute longer
fell the faint repose
a scent of essential rose
causes me to live again
compose the pearls of prose
to know you in the world
meeting you on the apron of the proscenium
applauding the prologue well writ
hung lanterns like half moons the theatre is well lit
I chug my mug drinking half the carafe
no one laughs
good humor seems a fault-old habits heed to halt
the even measure of a tender talk
insulted by the casualty of salt upon the broiled beef
the look in eyes foretelling of their disbelief
regardless of the hour a restless breath
would you not care the heart would break
a jealous death would take my soul
in darkness rivers I to drown
without the loveliness of you to find
one crystal clear morning
with love and drawing
memories in mind
encased in lace and gold finery
in ancient places old fiery
remembrance enfold a dynasty
in weather cold and blustery
spring chill the air is bold musty
a pause to paint the plausible rain
to let go of the worry
as time heals all fury in the main.