Mesa Verde

Where did the song go – The one riding the wings of the wind As the deep drums hummed Where did the smoke go – The one rising from roasting stew Blessing the cornmeal shared Where did the dancing go – The swaying rhythm that carried spirits Through scorching days and darkest nights Where did…

Secret

I love when the Gentle rays of the Summer sun Lock the world in A warm embrace And the little lake Smiles a mysterious smile As if guarding the land’s Great secret – A distant memory Carried by Shimmering scales Of quiet trout The snow-capped mountains Crown the silent landscape A wreath laid on the…

Desert Rain

The desert is yearning For rain Its dust cries A requiem And life tiptoes With careful steps Its walk delicate Like cicada wings Night is falling Slowly behind the Mesas Where gila Hide beneath Amber rocks The air grows heavy With silence In the aching rays Of the evening sun Life retreats A page is…

Summertime

On the wings of birdsong Travels sweet July The world takes A refreshing, deep breath With suitcases rolling It ponders crisp thoughts Made of freshly ironed White linen and Flowers pinned to Wide brimmed hats Each rock in the forest Blade of grass in the park Or shell on the beach Speaks a language of…

Creek in the Forest

A babbling creek Chatters tales Of last year’s snow that once Crowned the mountaintops Softly pondering November frost The afternoon breeze recalls Seasons past The creek responds A constant chorus Of storytelling lore Its waves are lustrous locks Of a forest fairy Curving in a quiet dance Through valleys and hills She hugs the waist…

Gift

A thousand years have passed Yet I know We have moved mountains Waited, wrapped in thick layers of fog On sleepy Monday mornings Until subway nine arrived We dreamt lace-trimmed dreams Of fairies with golden wings Suffered under a boulder of pain When disappointment – a freezing sleet – Fell upon lives already wrapped in…

Midsummer

Lighthearted summer Sweet June Tickling the world’s cheeks With sunshine spun From fairy song Hugging evenings That melt into star-filled dreams On a soft eve When the gentle breeze Whispers a fragrant story Of night blooming jasmine In gardens still Ivy clasps stone in a Loving embrace As to never let go Holding onto the…

Color

When we shiver on a cold mid-winter’s eve Biting air turns our cheeks a bruised purple When we freeze in the sudden grip of fear We fade into pale, ghostly white When our heads burst with anger We burn thoughts down to ash in flaming red When we drift on the waves of lost hope…

Jewelry Box

It was dream of Tea roses brushed Onto fine porcelain May sunshine giggled As clouds – puffy cheeked cherubs – Chased one another To the drowsy hum Of a honeybee lullaby The scent of lilacs Lingered in the Breeze and danced Its sensual waltz Through the orchard’s aisles The garden had Transformed: An ornate jewelry…