in wake of ocean depth blue sky

in wake of ocean depth blue sky
upon water cry tears of rain from heaven
the benevolent good stood to understand an understated favor fated by the greater sweeping of His hand-elated beaming moon lit night stars bright kiss the dark, invite the dawn to come along in swirling storm a surly sea born the fathoms sanctity-the sun subdued a grayest hue replaces you but black and cloudy doubtful day recede to grieve the bay, it seem time lost in rhyme stir the spray-undercurrents play overtures the pounding surf suck the surface of turf hurl a world away, seagull dive to stay alive finding fish that way, fly distant reaches geese go in a row to warmer beaches-above the horizon shining in moon glow shimmer golden
glimmer snow in winter.


brews mood
ruining winds feud
Mother Earth barely out of grief
without a page to leaf
more than most minimal
doubts herself cynical
moments bless the miracle
from the ethereal pinnacle
something queer
about snowstorms austere
white packed snow
pushes it’s weight around
trees fall down
on buried ground
finding fuel futile
brute blizzard barrels brazen
pale moon mute
sky of white wears overcoat of night
to keep the frost bite trite
winds batter the bay
the world still for a day
sun cannot find
a warmth he has lost
though wins his will to shine
the moon feeling fine
tells the sun do not die
you’ll always be a friend of mine
snow angels appear
in oceans icy foam
they bless every being
in the evening and they say
honor your loved ones
they are the shore
that you’ve been looking for
all your life
forever more.


windswept night
tempest tossed at all cost
lost in the frosty sink
into snow the ice cold
brutal storm tears
winds creak cracking
warmth falls lacking
gales scale garden walls
birches bent appalled
as Peter salts the walks
birds too scarce to sacrifice
will fly to paradise to live
on moles and mice someplace
warm and nice
we are left in winter
sleep like a swimmer in the middle
of a river-reach the river bed
climb to the top of the bend
and mend your medieval plays
satisfied to script your write for
better days
raw wind roars the anger applauds
a gentler sweeter cause
winds whip then pause in
conquest for her lovers claws
that rip against the chest
of all that you digress
the jaguar kills for meat
to keep her on her feet
do not claim her as elite
do not blame her teeth
the game is sweet.