Let's sit for a minute, like birds getting warm. Calm, patient, a look of understanding. Something new arrives, but, we just sit like birds waiting for our turn to fly to the tree with the good berries. One day, we will grow up and be kicked out of the nest fend for ourselves. Let's get warm on the wire, in the cold of the world's stare. Just for a minute, let me take you under my wing. Because there is only truly a minute. There is calm, patience, and understanding needed. Like birds, we cannot fly away when the weather changes, or move to a new nest when the other fails us. But, we can still sing a song just as beautiful, just as nice.
An unfamiliar Yet chilly wind Sweeps down The Eastern ***** Of the Franklins Cracked earth Solid stone Visible fracture Layers of rock Subduction And across the face Brings that breeze A very slight freeze Is in the air A rain drop or two The desert loves it Creosote bushes Greedily drinking Take their share Giving off a smell Unique and pleasant A gift for the water Even rarer A simple white flake Could it be? Snow in the desert A change welcomed By heat dwellers Unnerving to some Children run wild The dusty coat Sheets in the winds Not enough for Snow angels Yet beautiful to the eye And to sun spotted skin Snow in the desert What a kind visit See you again In years of ten
Under Rings And Crescent Meandering Down Stream Through The Land Of My Fathers That Once Carried Their Dreams To The Wider Reaches Of Silty Gravel Plains That Are Fed And Washed By Cambrian Rains Here High Vertical Sandbanks Criss Cross The Valley Floors Allowing The Wye To Empty Onto English Shores
Fast The Evening Melts Away As Starlight Edges Across The Bay I Wait For An Age For The Carp To Bite I Gaze For Hours Into The Night See Wispy Clouds Drift Away As Starlight Dims To Welcome Day Stand A While And Watch Dawn Unfurl The Oyster Opens To Reveal A Pearl
To be or not to be... What is it that is so captivating of a tree The plants that stand in Noble stance To have no eyes But to see more than the eyes can see To uphold a roof that all dwell under Filtering the abominations in the sky What would we be without air... We must take time to slow down and care The buffet for our lungs to sing what must be sung and to feed the flame of the Mighty bright heat of a fire that perspires to warm my flesh An invention of the gods to make variant dishes more edible that aren't so fresh The guiding light in dark cold nights To lead me to the water that baptizes my organs to keep me floating in a mental elemental paradise Oh how wise to recognise and appreciate the fate of the gifts in this elemental paradise The soul glides through it's endeavors The ether it's home Come back to me and melt with the crone