On vulnerable days of anguish , frequently addressing the quilt
of blessings drawn at each window ...
Panes of glass , promising patterns hemmed with creative , understanding hands , the patchwork color of my isolation from the outside world , encased in the promise of light , viewed from the opaque clench of desperation ..

The honeybee attempting to overwinter by the window sill ,
the same one that sparked the growth and fruition
of our Summer Squash hills ....
Filled our trellis with delicious cucurbits and Roma tomatoes ,
brought life giving pollens to our Pattypans , Crooknecks
Butternuts and Acorns ..

I worship the mattock that tends my Spring field ..
The Apple tree with it's Fall yield ...
The tractor that criss crosses the meadow ..
The firewood keeping me warm in the hard months of Winter ..
I pay homage to the Summer rain ..
Give thanks in May before our pollinators every day ...
Pay respect to my water well on parched evenings ...
Most grateful indeed for every change of Season ...

Make the transition from burdensome flesh
to inanimate light , not life in the physical sense
but as proud orbs that brighten our very skies ...
Traveling waves of collective understanding ,
a peaceful unbiased advanced order , relayed through
the miracle of time and space , revealed in a
civilization unlike our own through an alien prism
reflecting brilliant as yet unknown colors ....

And on this day when our afterlife is solved ,
When all fear of death is absolved ...
The persistent needs of flesh arrested ,
Our true purpose within the Universe shall
become quite evident ...

Money and labor for walls separating nations could build gigantic
kitchens and dining areas for thousands of homeless , undernourished
men , women and children ...
A place of hope in every major city in America , a living monument
to address the immediate need of every person ...
We're imploding hotels to build skyscrapers when one building could help take care of many , many desparate people lying in the street , living the nightmare of homelessness , the people that are brushed aside like ******* on the boulevard , the people we drive by and try to forget ...
The people that are fed on Thanksgiving and Christmas only to be forgotten , left to fend for themselves the remainder of the year !

Red Maples do burnish woodland alleyways ..
White sugar snow vies for immortality ,
Deep blue dreams , the visible breath of
my youth , ice giving way beneath water soaked leather boots..
To bear witness of natural forestry , the rattle of peckerwoods , fluster of
pink Azaleas , Pines riding windswept fury as acorns crackle , River Birches standing noble o'er Hill Country brooks , RedTips receiving
their nervous sunny advances ..
Cattle trails lead homeward , sunlight on a Winter day that lays on
brown grass , quietly drifting away ...

A military necropolis , resplendent with period battle colors towering above , skeletal wrought iron guardians at her periphery .. Stately Oaks forever dispatch tall shadows across etched memories , unsure days of furious cannon and musket .. Ramparts once besieged before a forgotten battles fury , where deaths Angel culled the very land in search of heroes ..

Marigolds twinkle in July's ******* ,
Turquoise butterflies , picture postcard weather ...
Morning dew cools latent heat , hitchhikers
gather on wet blue jeans ...

Agrarian summertime dreams , days of Strawberry
wine , brilliant stars that whispered cool nights ...
Muscadine harvest , fireworks at horizons edge , Roman candles and rocket lights whistled low piedmont refrains ...

The dark purity of the night, I lustily sought,
to juxtapose it with the exhilaration filling in me
seeing her lush,**** body's eager anticipation.

Each cell comes alive, in her libidinous embrace,
Her erogenous silken touches,blends with the satin sheen
of sheer black cover darkness unfurls one end to the other,
the  dreamy lighted spots, embellish the nightscape's  opulence.
Night, anointed us with the fluence of love, when our supple bodies,
entangled in the bed till we drunk slept, blissfully lost the world.