4.14.15 To each of your darkest dreams

 

Who are you, to think that you
don’t want to think about such things

Is there enough humidity
Will the brisk breeze help or harm

Did you remember to say goodbye
that last night down among the scrub Pines

There are so many emergent facets
to each of your darkest dreams

4.13.15 How they shine

Oh, those deep azure waters 
get me every time

4.13.16 There is a beauty to small things

Down by the river, a small puddle of water remained from the recent rains, from the surge of a  swollen river, and

in the late afternoon, the small place

shone and glistened as if a small planet

with only itself in orbit

4.13.16 Coming alive

I was there dropping off some beautiful juicer juice

 for a dear one, so thought I'd wander

 down behind my office of old
and maybe clatter carefully down 

the quickly eroding staircase

and stand far above the river

 looking out upon the turns 
as the sun glistened on the rushing waters

 and small bits of growth came alive 

4.13.16 The slow surge of spring

I can almost feel the slow surge of spring

as the land does its April thing

and the vibrant green careens