Gentled

gentled by the lessing winds

the chimes tinkle now and then

as the breeze exhales over the balcony and across the tile floor of the patio

lights across the lake wink out as the gray dawn slowly opens a sleepy eye


Moons...

Discared Anvil

a discarded anvil squats on the horizon

an errant thunderhead late for a Spring storm

the day dissolves into a brassy sunset

a few frilly streamer clouds looking like white hair ribbons

throwing a party for no one in particular

and that tree that was crowned with lemon yellow flowers

weeps them down it branches. Soon the bright blossoms might be close enough to touch.



Water Lilly...

Forecast

you can forecast the future in the clouds

well you can forecast some futures in the clouds

other futures are written in the winds, the waves, or in our hearts.

some futures are written in our heads

but the clouds foretell of false storms that never were

or true storms that will surely come

or uncertain storms that know neither what they want to be or where they want to be it.


WaterLilly...

Hot House Flower

a hot wind blows out of the west

from whence comes summer storms

storm tossed muddy waters of an inland sea

the bamboo screen lifts repeated like a coquette with a busy skirt

a flirting skirt like that fiercely yellow hibiscus that caught my eye the other day.

a frenetic florid dance of spring building to a runner's pace

rushing to that finish line known as summer

where all is languid once more

and all the flower are hot house flowers

only they are not fragile here

as Florida is a hot house in summer

the whole darn state.





Moon Flowers

Clear Day

and so a clear day dawns on a still lake

and the light slowly rises on a darkened world

and the birds complain of waking or greet the day we may never know which

and young voices who have no concept of "too early for this"

call excitedly to one another about some wonder they believe no other mortal eye has seen.


and those who stood huddled on the shore in darkness

with but a single glimmering light like a hope that we'd not forgot them

come out of the darkness in bold relief

etching themselves in the mirrored waters.



and I am reminded of the muscular thunderheads that meet every noon in the summertime

for they too come out of the blue and etch themselves in nature's mighty power

consuming water which is the source of their terrible energies

etched in water on blue air bathed in lightning and shouting like thunder

reducing the odd and errant habitation of man to a pile of sticks and stones.



WaterLillies...

Global Ennui

it is too hot to sleep

but turning on the A/C is like opening the door to artic winter

so you sweat and lie awake listening to other peoples air conditioners

so this is what every proposed solution to global warming is really like

America lies awake sweating while China and India run produce more CO2 than we ever dreamed of.

Well, at least the Greenies will feel good about themselves.



Waiting on the New Moon...

as the world slowly awakens

a distant train moans to a horizon

twilights reigns yet but a little while

some hopeful bird pipes up again and again

looking for a mate or a meal or maybe both


WaterLilly...

Spring Morning

ephemeral

written in widening waves on the surface of a once still pool

something lurking beneath the muddy green waters took a sneak peak at the air or the land or a bug

and quick as flash sank again into the darkness before a bird of prey could see


Blessings...