Springtime

Walking in the morning mists of Springtime
Her dewy kisses bringing forth the blossoms
Nursemaid to her young in mountain and meadow
Wet nurse to the wild and tame creature alike
Giving birth to the beginning tender months
Darling white April, dearest pink and blue May
Chased along by handsome ruddy June
In every heart the music of life abounds
Melodies of discovery, and songs of love
A redolent cornucopia of colorful progeny
Buttercup, Daisy, and Dandelion fine
Grape, Citrus and Honey in red and white wine
The green of grasses, shimmering leaves and swaying trees
Flying birds and glimmering bugs, shiny fish and little feet
Gentle sun upon his bed of clouds beaming with pride
Fixes a bow curving down through the wide heavens
In celebration of motherhood and the arche of creation
Here the eternal and finite in amorous embrace
Restore hope and joy as the cold sleep of winter melts away
Displaying beauty and the newness what is now
Shedding light on what should be, and filling the senses with hope
Touched by the caressing wind's foretelling of a more glorious Spring yet to come!

Wheat in the Grainery

Wheat in the Grainery

O the stupidity of bureaucracy

The mendacity and monotony

With its tendency toward autocracy

And condescending snobbery

Conditioning thoughtless lobotomy

On the masses in chicanery

Till from the grave with lilting melody

Muffled voices cry in harmony

To the headless horsemen of plenary

You shovel dirt and filth and sod o’er me

With head down as wheat in the grainery

Be ye not dismayed with the foolery

Rather look on it like a magic serendipity

Serving not the masters of inefficiency

Conversely, employed in a congenial reality

Extending a hand to forgotten needy humanity

To thankful friend, community and family

Unto One, who shouldered man’s brutality

Sheltering us from our certain mortality

Thus enobled and contented, we engage our capacity

Head of the Vale

Head of the Vale

Two hearts alive in love

Softly holding one another

In the warm flood of yellow light

We stood high up at the head of the vale

Rolling down and spreading out before us
A blanket full of life and many shades of green

The Wind spoke heaving sighs of silence

Greeting our faces with cool streams

Perched upon a palatial sandstone

The lizard welcomed our advance

A king snake bade our leaving goodbye

Hissing quickly up the hilly underbrush

Hawks pointed out the trails below

Circling far above with large eyes

Tattooed under the raptors' winged expanse

Rabbits played and ran
Coyotes hid In their dens

From each passerby shown a fair countenance,

Like the flowers of blue, red and yellow,

Of serene happiness for the chance

To walk, to breath, to see, and to feel the rigor

Of the curving way once again in the spring of life

To experience the dancing animated vitality 

And the buzzing of little wings

Before the hills, trees, wild grass and bush

Must once again become brown

With every step down into dry gravel

Bringing up the hot dust.

Beautiful American

O Say can you see by the dawns early light

The beautiful american standing on your foreign shore

With lots of ideas and money to buy more

At uncle Harrah's big fat store....

Smoke a cigar buy a fast car and go go go

To the countryside or late picture show 

Because you know its the beautiful American way

Dedication To a Poet

You must be a fairy

From the far away land of Ire,

For your words flow like the spring,

Fly like a bird and sing

Like a brooklet

Without beginning or end,

Only the shimmering of sunlight

Through the whispering trees

In the purity

Of the moment

And season

I turn my eyes away now

As I cannot bare to look intently

Upon such brightness

That pricks the heart so well -

So masterfully do the fairy people

Bend the words that move the spirit

To lift the face and eyes of life.
Blessings and every success

In the great venture of

Spending the treasured text.