#Life
Two streams that converge And flow inextricably Are like two lovers Meandering about who meet - Not knowing anything of what
Spring days like these Were made for katie ruellia— Who is royalty among flowers— Robed delicately in purple. There – she arrived for the festiv…
Good morning, fair cardinal— How are you? How are your children? Your plumage is nearly outdone By the sun’s golden hue.
Oh star – brightest star – That’s first in the sky – I don’t need advice; I just need an ear. Nobody else must know
Come, graceful brittlebush And creamy globe mallow blooms. The winds of spring call you Again from the sandy tombs. Come, you dashing lupine
Music starts my little church And bids us goers “come forward” - Timid and cleansing at first - Bringing voices to one accord Then Chris’s voice waxing loud
Jesus stole him from me; A cleft of my heart went With my beloved to grand company. Shock distracted the void - Grief befriended melancholy
The Moon became quietly jealous One night when I surveyed Venus. The usual glory reserved for her Went to the dancer with Perseus. At first, she passed for a star
Bless each palo verde bloom— Those cuplets kissed by the sun My vision wants to consume That thus have raptured my love. See how they speckle the tree
See there marches Orion With Sirius close at his feet Tarrying not long in the air To begin the midnight hunt. His quickened breath congeals—
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—
Every day is a new adventure A new iota, a new gnosis— Search not by the easy standard But see through the eyes of genesi… The more I learn, the more I love
Old age doesn’t exist for all Because many claim its presence; I submit that living goes on Through many-hued firmaments. A shade of love lives here
On Havana’s white shore – With each salt-infused whirl That agitates its border— Every sand is a potential pearl.
