Friday, August 16, 2013

Le Sacre

time held me
full fresh lush
and green in
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

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

All Is Given

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

Thursday, May 9, 2013

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