(2013)
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
YOU and are not us.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
