Seasons are endless passages of ti
With each waking, golden visage re
’Tis pure decadence to an eye’s pl
We long to snatch each glowing mom
In millenniums of space holding us

Look! Yonder tree,
disillusioned, and
perplexing in her masked beauty
Her, plight mangled by dotty roads
’Tis an expanding snare, growing s

Nor’easter stars weave a warm duve
Gale winds curl, sketching garland
A pale gust of steely blue awakens
Wintry trees outstretch their lank
Silent shadows stiffen and petrify

My bloodlines—strings on harps rip
Waves lifting—gone, soaked up by g
The bygones of waning moons, melte
My bloodlines stir compasses insid
To trees binding threads of vines

What is Earth?
Earth is but a parceled reef, pung

I want to sing like song thrushes

I am neighbor to a towering temple
It has enthralled my eye
A Superstitious monument hiding s
Sometimes I see her ghostly exist
Apache woman crys, her tears pound

Titled helmet, chin down
’Tis recollections of a maddened,
Tossed into sprigs of pine overcoa
Angels harrow sweet anthems to the
As they, soldiers valiant, climbed

I was told while feeling sad, “tur
My heart ponders metaphors, for jo
It reaches towards Mother Nature
My heart becomes the germinating s
My soul is merely a locked door wa

They—two souls in twain
Left not upon this earth a stain
Perfectly as they were, hewn toget
Abiding there, for eternities, pla
Deepening their roots—in love, in