If you're an adult
or a child,
 civilized or
living in the wild,
let mother nature
guide, nurture and lead,
then all you need
is to imitate
what she would
naturally
 illustrate.

God has always
educated mothers
  what they need
 to educate. 

I heard the sky whispering, it used the trees, their tips,
blown by breezes softly, only I could hear, so near,
the dawn was coming soon, to walk the heavens into day,
on tip toe calmly, the air was waiting quiet, expectant,
like the still of those at prayer in a great cathedral of the blue.

Look out upon the rugged lands
the depths of which I used to stroll
among the ancient hardwood stands
before the passing years took toll

These lands which people seldom shade
where deer and bear still roam their trails
beyond the sight of open glade
where a lone hawk or eagle sails

Now days I dare just walk their edge
and try to peer within their heart
from atop some bluff or stony ledge
the borders where wild places start

glitter in the glass
shine like tiger in its grass

you were mirage glare
freedom
a song I had lost

I sit here on emerald banks seam
Watching the dreams of life’s stream
It passes before my eyes to eternity
There the words of Muses fraternity

Would I write all those things seen?
Who could understand the dreams?
That drifts on by touching my thread
A giant weave of the water instead

Come sit with me, hold my mind
Let reality and sadness drag behind
Crafts of rainbows blessed with flowers
Floating by, reaching out for golden hours

Daffodils bursting butter yellow
From a warming poltice
Of last years leaves

A cross cut lawn
In ancient tartan
Kelley and lincoln green

Forsythia
A sunburst
Igniting the split rail fence

A lady rain mists
A gossamer veil

My spade rests
Patiently
Against the dormant locust

I could not fit
inside the mould

so I fell down

where
only the blind could see me
only the deaf could hear me
the mute were happy to say my name

It mattered aught to them

that
my round was square
my front was back
my right was left
my quiet was loud
my up was down
my insides were out

together
we all coloured outside the lines

the magician
inticing those who dare
enter the tent
enter the life
prefomance
being everyone and anyone all at once
acquiring attention, a manipulation
graciously given
dollars
time
trust
in hopes of entertainment, some fulfillment
it’s an illusion
smoke and mirrors
fake things appearing real
the lies and tricks are self comforting
the horrors here are real
vivid
dark
unrelenting nightmares
the frightened patrons hide their eyes
many run from the horror truth

jussa a moment pleeze!

moment and time
are the same things..
what you want to say
as Shakespeare did,
time and tide wait for no man...

everything in life is opportunity,
if a gal swipes her lips
she wants a kiss,
which if not taken you miss..?

if she wants you to say
I love you
and you don't hear
it’s up to you,
you lost her my dear...

Bright, bright the day,
it isn't may,
no heavy cloud,
no wind,
no sudden sight of gusts
that yesterday 
asked leaves up to dance;
wind still,
it silently came in at dawn, 
in pale attire,
and filled the scene with melancholy light,
with here and there a splash of brightened woods, 
as sunlight permeated through the view,
that well known smooth horizon, 
across the window's wide,
that reached into the mind,
as peace perceived and satisfied.