Little sea,
Cast me in waters most surrounding
And ring me in kaleidoscope of reef,
Gently waving me home, promising
Deep underwater lands.

Little star,
Guide me in my mission of light,
Turn me toward the green valleys,
The blood streams, the noble orchard
And fruitions of dream.

Mary R Short, a new poet and friend of mine has posted a few poems now. When you get a chance, please read her as well and give her a welcome.

Thanks... Joe

At pond she undressed,
Clothes fell as joyful sun rose,
Blushing— twice naked.

Many years with her .  .  .
Snowy mountains in the sun,
  .  .  .  Even winter shines.

We lost connection—
Longer pauses on phone lines,
  .  .  .  Last words on a wire.

closer than a shadow
in moments retraced
she eclipses the night
gravity prevails

One fence post taller—
Holds round black moons full of death,
Silent wings falling.

Small yellow flowers  .  .  .
Sparks sprinkled in meadows shine,
  .  .  .  Mirroring the stars.

Is all concrete below ephemeral skies,
To think what is now as already made,
Riding lone, the plateaus of a minds eye,
Or is whole of nature purest esplanade?