So forth went the cardinal,
who from her tree perch had wondered
why her colors were of the earth
and not the magnificent sunset.

Others around her had bore
the brilliant crimson, yet she’d remained
as she had always been:
dull as the branches of home.

Thus went the cardinal,
who in the limitless sky soon discovered:
the music that beckoned her forward
was eternally blind.

She's wrapped herself on the wall
With her fragrant pink flowers
In bunches of disheveled disarray

And when the summer wind blows
It sends a gentle floral shower
Of blossoms and scents my way

At night, under the moon and stars
I inhale her. With her I love to be
And though I dally and play with words
There can never be a poem as she.

I am going to miss
The smell of freshly cut summer green
When lawns are manicured
To an inch of pristine

I will always look
For the day shattering light
As the warming rays break through
The cold blanket of night

Eyes closed, breathing deep
My senses searching for the perfume
Of a remembered summer meadow
When buttercups opened in crowded bloom

Tips of Fingers
Caressing a soft cotton shirt that you wore
As my lips brush lightly over your smile
One kiss is never enough, I always want more

I will remember
Warm nights on soft white sands
Listening to the sighs of an ebbing tide
As we lay on a blanket with entangled hands

I see you
Replaying the film of this life, I was given the chance
To build memories in multi-colour stereo
And have experienced a life of sensual dance

With the sun at it's peak, the dew from the morning's
fog began to trickle off the leaves, soaking into
the ornamental indigo bulbs, decorating
the shrubs with an inedible elegance.

Standing tall and gently swaying, a near by
alder tries to hug a lamp pole or help
it stand, with the ferns sturdy,
reaching at it's feet.

Branches stretch themselves out as if to say, "Good Afternoon"
to the squirrels and humming blue jays making their way
back home, bringing donations found under-
neath the soil that breathes life to all.

i appreciate the ache
that comes from
a long day of walking in the sun

like a keepsake
is the joy tucked in my heart
after a day of choosing to smile
and laughing on purpose

some days i feel so connected
so entwined
with everyone and everything
i feel the joy swell through me
and produce love and peace in me

my mind and heart becomes as tranquil as a babe coddled in maternal arms
i rest in this eternal love

i love the ache
of a body well lived
and well loved.