Inside the diamond

Poets write with leather pens

On tablets of wood.

No more avoiding,

Getting a healthy sense of

My limitations.

Re-arranging dirt:

So simple, yet so much to learn

Thick, sweaty leaves

Lazily weigh down branches

Aloof and thirsty

The thin leather strips

Surround my hand, protecting,

Are stronger when soft.

Waking up freezing

With full knowledge that later

Will be sizzling.

Now her feet are green

From all the running around

Without wearing shoes

.

I’d wash those feet off

But won’t wipe away her smile

If I can help it.

Restoring sunshine

Lays a golden rectangle

Through an open door.

I cleaned the vaccum,

So blocked up that it couldn’t

Help but whine and whirrr.

Fuzzballs and hairballs,

Paperclips and some pushpins…

Now it really sucks.

The familiar hum

Shines like some obstructed star

But I know its there.

Thanks for what we want,

but no no thanks for what we need-

Who can really tell?

Sometimes Nature laughs
With us, sometimes it’s because
We are so silly

Mostly taking sun

In some huge, heaping gulps

In between cave-time.

Wind flinging water

Sideways and arm-like branches

Wave goodbye to Spring.

Mighty Maples undress,
Blanketing the earth until
The dawn of Spring’s Breath.

fallen trees,
She makes them useful
guarding paths

ABIDING MUSIC
PROMISES MANY GREAT YEARS
IF WE’VE HEARING EARS.

IT’S THE LAZY SQUIRRLS
THAT FEED ON THE FOOD OF BIRDS
WHILE OTHERS GATHER

Leaves falling from the

Hands of laughing children,

Faces also green.

I could see so much

Pollen floating in the air,

I payed attention.

As if the breeze had

wanted to be known, showing

gently Her power.