blow wind blow

blind wind blow snow pack punch timid time reject be gone leave eave the roost farewell warmth’s habitual memory static fantastic temperature plunge redundant duties done to sleep in shadow shade
fade a sinking sun
bliss kiss the risk of mist revert redeem
the evergreen hid amid a sleeve of sheen

angels frozen to the wing crackle to the fired wick quick as moths to a flame as do i to hear your name sweet refrain branch upon window pane fields wheat as sweet as grain flourish across the dewy plain in sunshine and in rain

whistle of a train rail through hill and dale
moonlight bright or pale blue sky and windy gale i feel for the ones i fail from my
powerless jail

time capsize my mind the need to be as free tender as a tree restless as the sea
when i was young and 23.

wind blows

wind blows
shelter in the hollow of a tree
embark cold
never get to the root
fruit too hard to swallow
swallows in a tree
small against the leaves
fall to earth tremble breath
night mask a need
fly away to the sea
waves crash
alone to face eternity
your voice a sacred memory
the tide is low the beaches empty
without a word of empathy
embarrassed lethargy
turn thought to loss of levity
I turn to you in summer
I ask you for serenity
to save me from my world
coming to an end
I need you my dear friend
and never as an enemy
your guidance exemplary
a star on my horizon
as gifted as a wiseman
thank you for the kindness of years
I keep you in my heart that fill with tears.

wind blow

wind blow ice cold out to sea
grasses gold wavering wheat
extemporaneously
fishes fowl run the hour
in their harmony
trust just love must let the Angels be

in time thou thine a part of me
inside cries for the heart of thee
time will tell you what befell you
when first I saw your pretty face

God gift amazing grace
He can take it all away
may you stay don’t turn away forlorn
without delay return the day reborn

to meet the most Holy Ghost in early morn
toast the host with all your Heaven brethren
that spill the tears to heal a hurried welcome
tend a field of wild flower
marigold beguile

hammer gold moulding old and tired
paintings for a public view invite you
images from dark to light pose a prayer in evening night
of pools to dive into

the water cool as wind wend westerly
alone again to get the best of me
a self made prophecy manifest destiny
where are you my mistress of ceremony?
candid in your ministry medicinal
seeing God on Sundays
a little bit closer
may I count on you?

my decisions easier
having bouts reason blur
out with a curse
that empties the purse
that questions my very bliss

time measures everything
quick to overwhelm
the realm of age
turn a page
rustle of parchment scent of cologne
the comfort of being alone

love that is giving
inspire to yearn
evergreen pining
your humble sage with Taurus rising.

wind

whisper rushing water
birds glide air currents
the bluff barks rough
long grasses golden hay flattened
marsh in the harsh of winter
a heart in the middle of the day
wispy thickets lisping
blown biting bully muddy earth
sandy soil loosens stones running
shocks the rocks bolder
under sensitive sky
massive clouds hung low
in the dirt felt the debt to hold
winds fickle forces come and go
with the strength of a mind spring
rain crushing the pines
bent torn
sending storms
foliage overgrown thrash thrown
winds groan
nature’s warning growl
a departure
sun fires bright
till then darkest night
when the moon ascends to prowl.

windswept

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.

an opus

the dusty road
dusk a hush of rust and gold
the evergreens have no leaves
tho something up their sleeves
to pine away the time
tied up in knots
the needles taught and slim
to let the wind blow in
the earth lay at their root
as owls lay awake and hoot
crest fallen they regroup
to feel a chill so soon
before the sting of winter
when the sun will cool
sunlight on the rocks
cold as ice would freeze
the warmest heart
still in the chill of darkness
life is formidable at best
for the creatures in their nest
as a biting wind will break
the bough
and hinder in winter
takes a final bow
fallow soil
like furrows in the ground
another thing
to wait in the wings
a harmony of strings
an opus
for the closeness
of spring.

wind

whisper rushing water
birds glide air currents
the bluff barks rough
long grasses golden hay flattened
marsh in the harsh of winter
a heart in the middle of the day
wispy thickets lisping
blown biting bully muddy earth
sandy soil loosens stones running
shocks the rocks bolder
under sensitive sky
massive clouds hung low
in the dirt felt the debt to hold
winds fickle forces come and go
with the strength of a mind spring
rain crushing the pines
bent torn
sending storms
foliage overgrown thrash thrown
winds groan
nature’s warning growl
a departure
sun fires bright
till then darkest night
when the moon ascends to prowl.

a tapping tale

this love of mine Spring cold
icy road cover shady green
flurries stream
buds bitten back bare-wince of winter
doe and deer dine on foliage frozen dinner
sidewalk street sleet come down
in sheets where murmurs meet
stranger souls unique
whisper in defeat
pound pavement panic ploy
faces in a mist exist in risk
window tell a tapping tale
branches lift their curly leaves like braided hair
wind shaken green queen crown
shift her vision to the ground
hide the squawking hawk brave the raucous raven
stalk the walk to hide the pride of talk
fly to field to find a hastened haven
on your own since you
first weighed in
no worry first day of Spring
Sun will rise and set again
a virtuoso on clarinet playing soft regret
his winter ego melt the wealth of debt
the weather will warm
let go of stormy mourn
unleash the senses kept
that struck a glut of tears to pardon
she is our Mother it is her Nature
to find her way
back to the garden.

a winsome winter

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.