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…