What can I possibly say?
It must be a beautiful day!
Because Lori was born
On this dawning morn.
Her soul came to the earth
Filled with joy and mirth.
Love fills her heart
mischief fills her eyes.
No matter the day,
Laughter will arise.
So beloved is the word
She’s such a cool bird.
I’m glad to have had the chance
To watch her smile dance.

Corporeal Clouds
     Sanity of question
The heart of humanity
     Within the tree of
   blood we are all
     Woven and grown.
The fairest face
     The darkest eye
  Cannot believe
    In life of rain.
Forage for the berries
         Of wine of crushing
             And hear the cries
of the world turning
          For bitter is the wine
  and burning is
           The desire to
                                      drink.

Butterfly with wings of dew
Flickering here and there
Even when you are still
Your wings beat
Your flight is erratic
Never smoothly done
You work so hard it seems
Trembling on the air
To the left and right
In fits and spurts
Landing a hanging grip
On a flower
Your wings breathing
Up down, together apart
Then off to the next beauty
Another drink and shaky flight
Across the blooming field
Over the crest of the hill
And gone from sight.