Our Sun imprints heavy July Upon a crimson sunset. The first star I see in the west Brings with it a cobalt sigh...

You can no more catch the sun Than I can command the rain Yet love is an experience Worthy of anguish for gain.

Gentle Earth, I beg of you— Whisper to us the first sign of sp… Annul this wintry despair And a season of life anew, bring. From the depths of Baja

Love is two pairs of footprints Impressed in the sand. Will you ever walk beside me And together go home? Love is sunlight that makes

One Christmas, death showed up To rip the bonds apart And they, who were stunned - Said their good-byes Hastily at the tomb.

As empty as the future So is a soaked page Whose ink has run off. I hope to be the author; A new and boundless decade

By a gently flowing creek— I saw a swallowtail flutter About my head, as though meek— And land softer than a feather. He was large enough, I swear—

What a brutal sun that assaults th… Where cacti and mescals dare to ab… Here and there, dozens of petrogly… Decorating the canyon may be espie… In large nesting circles neatly dr…

Through a break in the trees Flows a tawny river Sanding the rock endlessly As a peerless carver. The jungle is not seen

Like the Sphinx Igor lies regally With eyes closed off To the world. He finds his zen

Two streams that converge And flow inextricably Are like two lovers Meandering about who meet - Not knowing anything of what

A dream is a butterfly Fresh from the cocoon That is realized and soon Flutters up into the sky Or faltering, goes astray

Tarry with me tonight My dear firelight! Your precious warmth be My solitary company. It’s my plush blanket

It was hefted upon a breeze - As in a warm, flowing current Through a sea of palo verdes - To search for an embankment. That seed of promise -