Spring Flight

 

There’s a butterfly

In the garden.

I saw it lite on

My lilac bush

Hush!

Don’t move quickly

I want to watch it

Sip the dew.

It’s wing tips are the color of my marigolds

Growing in the borders of the Italian garden under the pines.

A breeze ripples through the Basil.

A chunk of ice clinks against my glass

The dog barks

And he’s gone.

Five Senses

 

 

G IVE THANKS

 Do you smile

When you cut the grass?

Do you smell the green scent?

Of summer?

Does your spirit lift in the evening?

As clouds of red and purple

Silently gather across the sky?

Do you sparkle with love

When he plays his guitar

And asks you to sit by his side.

Then you are blessed

My friend.

Love Music

 

 

Snap

Crunch

Stomp

What’s going on there, guys?

Who let the ruffians in?

 

Whisper

Tinkle

Tap

Uh Oh

Something’s wrong if they

Start whispering

 

Crack!

Rattle!

Slide,

Chirp!

Oh

Good

The boys got the bird

Out of the chimney again

Earth Colors

 

Earth Colors

My mother was an artist.

I remember coming home from school,

Seeing a new canvas

Drying on the table.

I heard her talking,

In my mind,

To the painting.

“A swath of violet, I think.

Next, a blend of indigo, curving

Tenderly around the edge.”

Blue cuddled lovingly, expanding in the light,

Fading gently from blue to green.

Closer to the sun,

The colors brightened to

Warmer tones, yellow, orange, red.

Beneath, the fields,

Greyed darkly as

Heavy clouds encroached angrily.

Mists sparkled,

and the rainbow wept.