crickets converge echoing
an ecological convention
as if an intervention
click through grass and weed
a brassy sounding tempo
another night to tempt
contentment
rose over the compartment
in a racket
discreetly crackle
thighs rub looking for grub
ingesting flys bugs
nightly mayhem
to send a message
little insects interject their interest
under the plunder of
moon filled wonder
at the end of summer.
polite moon-lit summer eve
sense serene leaves rustling
tender animals of the forest
forage food mildly
abundance sing bird in grasses
chip monk squirrel feed their need
on juicy stem an endless weed
in solitude nature proves to ponder
as slow the raccoon go to find a drink
possum play where stalk is thick
lily pond to wade the wild grass
no light when night is black as ink
but for stars
before a tempestuous dawn
has your heart forsworn a swooning moon
in gentle circles swim the loon
rare birds fly in pairs to sea
wild duck ignite a drunken cry
all the love the beauty in your eye
end remorse with nature
wind through pine and evergreen
shake the laughter out of trees
fall the leaves
where nothing grieves.
overwhelmed by spells
quell a realm bring rings as worn
by trees in the center
where the heart sleeps
waiting for an answer in fall
often watching the moon
I think of you
celebrations run the year
we try to hear the underlying
undying word of love as clear
as a fantasy forgives forever
cool and crisp windy ground
whip and chill the dirt to flirt
leafy crinkled crunch snap
branches bending low
half asleep we wait for snow.
saving days from raving crazy train wrecks dazed
plodding the wobble of sadness sobbing
increased the senseless sorrow that never seems to cease
the sensitive sympathetic softly sighing silence listening
soon the moon sweeps tides from wells of wishing
the east end best for bottom fishing
test lines fly the boats and brine the harbor sky misting
tugboats call their foghorns blare
a January song a winters tale.
astral projection
light years past propulsion
a hastened clip
duel rockets tied to every ship
picking up the pace
aurora’s pearly smile upon her golden face
to comb her flaxen curls
with the teeth of stars
waiting it out till night
recedes in the glory of day
to light up the sky with blue
the sun follows suit
as cool as a moon in a winter’s afternoon.
a winsome winter dry pine lose their loose plumes
in tact the blue moon feels cold like an old stone
sticks and stems stir wanting wind
dirt blows dispersed air the ground barely spares
water laps around the paths spits a splash
receives a bath
geese and mallard fly above the stars to
reach the docks of warmer charms
the fowl chance a lead to break the breeze to flee the freeze
the earth warm as time extoles her rite revolving
a melting pot of culture shock her people are evolving
life is what we live with give and take if willing
kindness of the heart the laughter of the little children
comfort for the elderly to love them tenderly
be that as it may let there be the day
love forever brings
peace of mind in the natural order of things,
with hopes and dreams to sing.
complacent cellophane moon
hung out to sigh till noon
room
to ruminate the painted sky
flirt with a world apart
toss light beams far
candid star
fixed amidst the clouds and brooding sun
Venus vexed veers east of west
however in a spell the realm is real
for fantasy over rainbows feel
adrift before Earth to find
when God embodied man in kind
without the fear that borrows time
lacked the labored act that racked the thought
and broke the back
still in quiet chance suggest the night
enhanced in beauty ageless youth
the duty of your inspired rage
sets you apart from a sensitive sage
and I your lonely voice to dwindle down
if only to be a happy clown were i not a fool
to poison pen and say amends
when breaking all the rules and then
wellness wanted but not enough
life can be sweet life may be rough
if you’re who I think you are
you’ve heard enough.
elegant moon
shining brightly room to room
simply spun to stare would stun
soon tomorrow rising sun
blond as beach bleached in strands
hot sand extend the curve and bend
humid air cool a savage scorch
timid synthetic awning cover porch
rolling fire pit throw fit
the torrid sun sizzle sidewalk grit
the fault a steamy assault
concrete crack with skill
the truant trudge of tired will
smelt melt
in rubber sole expel
burnt umber the color encumbered
dark that isn’t pale
luc-warm to boiling
the pot too hot to grip the lid
of handling
the soup is of good stock
lady lifting ladle languish
in haste the taste like paste
bland don’t waste the rest
say grace to grimace grumbling
bumble bee is comfort
peas and carrots tender
crumble
catch a fish on a hook
heart rendering
feed loved one roasted onion
and potato
alone mutter
saffron rice black tea on ice
wonder
apron strings preserve such thing
the fruit will bring love
a family toast a twinge
then back on the road again
I’ll give you what I can
always been a fan
what’s cooking in the pan
biscuit for your apple butter jam.
impressed by your candor
reduce the grand glamor
dirt road hold your own manor
that open door step forward toward
the harsh hard life before past sworn
an ernest yearn to earn your grin
the favor won to win
all the ones there to share
the time the wine the care
why are we so stoic?
I know not what I was to let you go
to save you from myself I guess
you know
there hollow in the wallow
of sorrows known
to follow a borrowed tomorrow
as if it were alone
burn the wick that wrote the writ
that swam with you in the harbor
wake come of age in an arbor
shake off the rage of a martyr
turn the next page of your partner
sigh as a night sky cries
to carry the innocent dark
to save the moon
too soon to part like a peaceful dove
who flew away with my heart.
moon lofty lilting laugh
change hap the ocean bath
gratified surge relax
splurging waters lag
swim a fin to drag
salty seaweeds store
midway display the stingray play
across the sand rock floor
shellfish blacks and blues array
accept darkest depth invade
felt the colder fluid flow
air bubbles blow in undertow
deep below forgotten
hit of currents crash like serpents
wriggling great promise
let go of dreams that make it seem
fish must eat bottom greens
engines roar sputter muffled sound of beasts
little ones dangle little feet barely touching brine
laughing cooing as papa casts out a line
suddenly hit in a blitz so quick
a bass or is it a grouper?
whatever he is he sure can swim
jumps in the air like a tuna
all is fair we’ll eat him rare
get to shore or sooner
the tackle box smells of mildew
if you say I am you are
the blues are running in summer sunning under
skies as dark as denim
to protect themselves in schools of thought
lure fish into a feeding frenzy
fated on plates from fishkill ny
baked-butter sauce lemon
sprig of parsley
without apology
fish no fish
go to heaven.