The soft sound of Wind Chimes,
And the Rustling of leaves...
The song of Water on Rock
Its tune plays on endlessly

Black Eyed Susan's amid,*
Queen Anne's Lace spread
Abroad like a Floral buffet.
For the Senses upon to Feed

The Smells of Morning Dew,
And Moist Deep Black Earth,
The Smell of Honey Suckle
and the Buzz of Bee's Search

Following the Nectar sweet Scent
Along the wafting Breeze
Shadows and Sun under the Trees
Embracing a day that's Heaven Sent

Memories Captured in a bottle to save
And Savored Upon another Day
Memories Used, but just Slightly Diffused...JMF


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Rising and shrieking
Above high cliffs and wild seas
Clouds of seagulls soar
Through the roaring wind they wheel
Far below, I watch, green-eyed

out side my window is a willow tree
windy days, if I set quiet, it whispers to me
some days it talks of life, and last chances
some days it talks of love, and romances
another day it whispers of just, this and that
there are days by myself its nice for a chat
on days I am feeling bad, it whispers sad
and it tells me that things will be alright
it whispers in the day, it whispers in the night
I listen often in bed as my head lays on the pillow
happy that I have, a whispering willow*...JMF

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a tender shoot once felt the sun
beneath its snowy comforter
and dared to peek a tendril out

the promise of an afternoon
and sun's love on its eager face
bespoke a need for nourishment

despite mistrust of fickle wind
with wolf of winter prowling still
the stripling brazenly rose up

and winter gratefully stopped by
to drape a coat of ice upon
the startled stalk who sought the sun

who hadn't time for warm caress
in early February dusk

new light comes early -
low and uncertain
- cold and unsurely

slowly

winter is waning -
fading her darkness
away

- begins a new day.

constant communication

is the eternal speech

of all phenomenon touching

a frog leaps through the air

all others are breathing

thursday came  and it was autumn again
green ran to where summer went
yellow and crimson orange grey
covered the world in colder winds
midday on thursday that day of bitterness
the sun burst through  intermittently
making autumn look beautiful
and down fluttered
the prettiest gold leaf
landed right beside me
said hello
I stuttered but
a leaf is mute
the tree that sent her to me said
no,
you are just out of tune.
Keeping time with
the old tree I rhymed
anew heard rhythm  
playing on autumns breeze.
I woke up then to
see, I had fallen fast asleep and it was winter.

all the sunlight lays gently on the skin
while the colours of day mingle
with red, the red that runs around my mind
runs in rivulets streams and rivers into all oceans
the red of warning and martyrdom  
red re-energising releasing replenishing
the world of wild wild love where children play
in the red red clay under a red red sky
now raining red red rain washing the red red red.

you open the veils of silence
the deep treasures of your love
and bring us into your presence
as sure as the burning of the Sun
Oasis in the desert, once again

Earth you are a wonder to yourself
you have evolved self aware clay and dust formations
walking talking on your surface and as far as you know
you are alone in this endeavour in the entire universe