The grass has temporarily affected my awareness
The memories remain , they walk into
colors of blue and green ,
red and white
Soon to be washed in sobriety
Black as the winter night*...

People are like paint chips
Art quietly fading away
Collecting along the bottom
of earths temporary canvass
Devoid of recognition* ....

Wren , heron and robin wailed                                                                            Cold , clear waters swirled o'er
black glass boulders                                                         ­                                                       Her river song was endless as
thrill seekers walked the tall , treelined shoulders ,
as the blue eyes of God watched from above

The crying sky with heavy afternoon crystal
drops of heartache tickling
sweetgrass mingled with newfound sunshine
With piedmont wine forming perfect pools ,
ushering streams to awaiting seas
A place to bathe for romantics like me
A home for springtide antics ,
for polka dot bullfrogs , singing daisies ,
red grass blankets and apple tree sergeants
Windemere spiderlings , crooning wood larks ,
hereford dancers crossing purple clover parks* ..

The conversations are light , informal
an good natured
The chat remains ensconced by death however
No clever remarks could ever thwart the end
The unknown , the proverbial 'waiting just around the
bend' old friend Death
A gathering of well dressed family , laughter ,
recollections , children running , tears ,
a chat with the Pastor , sometimes even a few clandestine beers
We sign the book , offer choice words ,
stare at our watches then silently depart -
when we learn what time the interment starts
Juggling life , work and death
We become 'old hat' with death
Till we take in our own final breath* ....

I drew a heavy hit of fruity sweetness
trapped in a familiar spicy bouquet
Trolled guitar strings in search of
something ear worthy
Marveled at the outdoors with
full knowledge of my place within her
taut boundaries
Drew another hit for old friends
Then another for no reason at all

Red roses train in the shadow of a summer rain
Through red clay trails
Along white fence rails
Into Magnolia arbors
Across manicured fields of glistening marble* ..