Catch a yellow monarch with curious eye ,                                                                ­     see it fly into sugar blue sky ,
see it figure eight , stopping at the rose bush
for a needed break ,
Swivel , pivot , pirouette
Take off , swirl , twirl and bank
Glide , whirl and ride the wind
From a blade of grass to the highest limb
Mother monarch , chase the piedmont
flowers , bask in golden sunshine by the
hour , ride the breeze of April , the blade
of May , enraptured in warm June and July days
From bell post to bird bath , from pole barn to
stable , from Fig tree to blueberry bush , at eventide ,
by dawns cradle* ...

A dawn dollop of sunshine along the amber hay borderline
A teeny dapple of raindrops on mushroom tops
A dimple thanks to a young smile
Pine forest , first sketched in black pencil ,
colored in rainbow stencil , glazed
in morning tinsel , so long to Old Man
Drizzle* ...

The lake road spoiled ,
a pulp wood ravaged
landscape , the stench of
diesel , grease and oil
Clear cutting , soil busting ,
stump burning attack of the
woodland , roads turned to roil ,
black grass , untouchable slurry
Men in destructive machines
Hell bent detractive flurry of death
A wreath for a lot on Palmetto-Cascade Highway
today* ..

The becalming music of night
Glittering sailboats amidst glorious starlight

My God drew glittering
diamonds across the turquoise
plane , amber sunlit shallows
beside lapping banks ,
leaves of every color sailed her
silver waves , windswept memories to cherish
the remainder of my days* ...

White stars light the way home
Along familiar trails through spring scented
dark pine forest
Beside yellow moonlit fields ,
Entertained by nighttime
musicians in spirited twilight appeal
Along golden stair
step hideaways , barbed wire fence lines ,
into whippoorwill harmonies and curt cattle calls ,
to the sound of the nine o'clock town bell , through misty dales into
the cool creek valley* ...

My muse , the springtime earth
The smoke of chimney
fires just as the daystar expires ,
with burnt orange goodbyes ,
'tis a diddy begging lyrics , a melody
in the moment , a dash of fleeting sunlight
in the Shangri-La forest ,
Copper , lavender , technicolor salutations
Mourning dove recitations* ...