Le Sacre

time held me
full fresh lush
and green in
golden
vibrant spring

songs ring to
a silent pulse
throbbing beneath my feet
from a presence
sensed unseen

a heady perfume
rides on air
from blooms diverse
is size and hue

the pungent loam
of pened soil
yields a generous bounty
of fruits from
a fertile earth

I am one
among all that
passess touching time
as light and
the illusion of life

All Is Given

          all
       is given
fully contained within
      each time
      we touch
    and become
         all
   of everything

Teasing The Line

most days

they circle and pass

gliding by proud and aloof

without a second glance

at the lure

dangling on the

end of the line

other days

they nibble 

at the bait

and I reel them in

wondering what's

on the end of the line

that eagerly went out

but reluctantly came in

a jiggle tug and wiggle

might catch their glazed eye

as I stare at what 

I thought was there

now gone

leaving but a ripple

and a line

angling for a rhyme