Just listen to how the winds whisper,
and feel how the air begins to change;
With springtime nearer to our hearts,
calming breezes shift as leaves rearrange.

Colors of jade from the trees above,
their robust fullness since aroused;
And when the sparkling rain arrives,
each leaf is engaged in subtle tosses.

While cool emerald grasses wave hello,
and greet us gently with their wonder;
Sweet are the winds from lilac bushes,
their scent strewn above and yonder.

We welcome the colors of blissful days,
as our hair flies softly toward the skies;
And May's sunlit beauty embellishes the scene,
when we capture each breeze through our eyes.

Some say the promise of love provides,
a sacred bond existing side by side;
And when our souls return each sign,
we find emotions where heaven resides.

A touch is like the wonders of Spring,
with an ache of passion that Autumn can bring;
A wintry night keeps us close and warm,
by the hearth where loving charms are born.

When summer arrives with ocean's roar,
and boiling over with heat we run to the shore;
Where we hold hands and splash into the sea,
as a myriad of waves catch us in reverie.

The sunlight dims as we lie on the sand,
again, we take one another's hands;
Then just one kiss awakens us again,
to share each moment which God has given.

Watching the sky turn misty and gray,
my thoughts wandering to worlds away;
Where the indigo sky streaked with sunlight,
sends me back to my years of eternal daylight.

As a child of summer the world was mine,
the ocean swirled with colors divine;
The soft, warm sand touched my soul,
and the seagulls perched on the rocks would call.

Swept into a daydream that filled my heart,
with family and friends who have since departed;
My parents packed sandwiches for us to munch,
and the chocolate bars--how much fun to crunch !

Wading in the foam at the edge of the shore,
was bliss to me right down to the core;
Now dad and mom are shadows and clouds,
and my friends have moved away from town.

But I'll never forget those days of delight,
which ended in a sunset so colorful and bright;
The rain now caresses the old maple tree,
as my daydreams are floating out to the sea.

The days linger long when clouds embrace,
the magnetic pull of your eternal face;
Its sweetness shed from a myriad of stars,
with signs of love in miracles from afar.

The brightest lights will shine for me,
when your hopes and dreams call out to me;
In a whirlwind of mystical words and sounds,
appearing softly as if they're heaven-bound.

My heart grows ever fonder with each day,
from the space you've filled along the way;
Could it be that magic has opened wide,
to a welcome world of songs and sighs ?

Not as a stranger you found me at last,
my beating heart drumming like a rocket blast !
Intertwined as one solid life we'll be,
as the waves connect through a luscious sea.

As the breezes caress the tall and winsome trees,
hearts everywhere feel cherished and blessed;
When spring awakens our souls' better angels,
with calm and peace--and a sense of rest.

Sunshine reveals its awesome power,
as it pours onto daffodils and tulips growing;
A rainbow of flowers sits in the garden bed,
raising their colors like bright smiles glowing.

Serenity--a revelation from which we'll dream,
of puffy white clouds dancing and twirling above;
In an azure sky dappled with pinkish hues,
it speaks gently with softness and eternal love.

With the sky darkening towards twilight,
and the crescent moon lies on her side;
A missive is painted across the milky way,
"It will not rain tomorrow"--it will shine with pride.

I am too old for this reckoning,
I am too old NOT to reckon
     with past promises,
     Of life outside myself-
The shadows call me home,
yet where exactly do I land ?

Only words define the substance
   of Art, Growth, Humanity itself;
I dare to tell tales of which I know
    very little,
But imagining them is how
   I conquer fears,
   create escapes,
Follow my own footsteps through
a tunnel of RECKONING--and REPOSE.

Goodbyes are apt to set the record straight,
as if we've stumbled through an iron gate;
Correctly now we take the hint from above,
there's nothing left for us not even love.