In a black and white world I see --
her as a rainbow divided into -
a million hues ..
My midnight ballerina traipsing-
my wonted nightfall with starlight hope-
and taut , beloved , choreographed moves ...

A whiff of wild onion ..
The sting of skin to metal ..
Crystal ploughland ,
mechanical mules , RC Cola-
thermometers & diesel perfume ..
Clanging cattle gates , Carolina-
sky , dissonant disc seeking grease ,
a chaw or two o' Levi if you please ...

The crackle of autumn leaves ,
golden forest canopies , apple cider dreams-
and cinnamon sticks drawing stick figures-
on frosted windows ..
Brush strokes of moonshine spinning-
nightfall portraits into life..
Cold glass portals of magic and desire ..

There's pine clinging to the breeze ,
The scrabble and babble of "easties"-
in the trees ..
A chorus of windbound ravens ..
All Hail ! The security of my warm winter haven ...
A frozen bell
A cockleshell
Two milk cans
Wind racked pie pans
A Farmers Almanac ,
a glass-top table half full-
of nick-knacks , this and-
thats , whatever and 'what on
earth's , the accoutrements of the blessed aged-
and the soon to be interred .. A once mighty sunflower scratches-
the porch screen ...
Thus , my steadfast , collective account of rural daydreams ..

Brown cinnamon glow ,                                                                ­                
our hillside boisterous doe , telegraphs her moves by-
the early , jovial winter moon ..
Down tractor road , beside-
Zachary Creek , blend into the shadow ,
alert , curious and meek ..
Our favored evening dame
Slender and sleek
Strike a pose milady ..
Stoic and sweet ...

Mid-morning aphrodisiacs
Captured in a paper sack
Prickly , briarwood coffers-
crackle in a sea of purple dreams ..
A curious maze of pure amazement
Dove in sweet refrains ..
Sing to laborious hours ...
Yodel the praises of God Almighty
The choirs of Heaven tremble-
tall canopies ..
Pine straw carpets
Tingling sunrays ..
Noontide relief and absolution ..
Fluent songbirds with tasteful elocution ..

Moss filled centurions don golden jackets
Raindrop prisms , shuttle rhythms  ...
Brook melodies , a dragonflies pitch ..
A perfect fourth , a perfect fifth ..
A jays morning arpeggios ..
A bullfrogs sforzando , a herons-
adagio , meticulous crickets posing with bows held-
high , a murders cackling cantabile in praise of a cloudless-
sky , katydids stand at attention along the-
forested path by the light ..
Evergreen whirligigs begin to shower the -
earth to the symphony of the waltz , the -
wildflower and the newfound birth ...