Take a country pond , transform it into the raging North Atlantic
Make a curled leaf riding its surface the doomed Titanic
A Reed is a Sorcerers wand in the right hand
A rock becomes a shooting star hurtling into the ocean
Walk home through cotton fields filled with surprise
The house , a Castle waiting for the King or Queen to arrive

Tiny Tree frog stuck to the window , looking quite philosophical , working algorithms while waiting on supper , keeping to yourself quite repose and educated , playing mind games with Mayflies till your hunger is satiated* ...

Weekend watercraft launch across blue bay waters ,
dolphins leading family and sailor out to awaiting nautical arms
Great Herons stand in silent royalty as sandpipers -
scurry their harbor home , enthralling the romantic -
fervor of Charleston , flickers of blessed creativity ,
the endearing gifts of maritime congeniality
Knock thrice upon the Atlantic doorway , write a song
of the placid waterway , count the Brown Pelicans that
ride criss-crossing zephyrs , pen your Carolina wonderment to
last forever* ...

Softwood seeds whirlybird to the broom sage floor
Appalachian winds awaken forest spirits just outside my
door , Fall cornfields crackle under invisible control ,
Brown Gourd birdhouses clack against each other on
the first chilly Autumn morn* ..

I hurt things that I come in contact with
People , the ground beneath my feet , childish creativity deep inside  , overwhelmed by panic on a city street , the queer and his feminine tendencies or the crier with his depressive propensity , love sizes me , seeking a weak angle , a tender spot , then kills me ...
I've died many times on the inside
Responsibilities , relations , relatives
Mentally beat , ridiculed , forever meek
Stepped over like a piece of rotting meat
Empty rooms are homicidal entities , friends are a temporary
truce among blood enemies

To stand at the breakers , at the whim of -
warm tidewaters , cleansed in the saline , spume -
chemistry , yearning to deliver the ghost imperishability
Physicality's iron manacles unbolted

Mayday , afternoon turbidity , aeolian dynamic flurry with cursory airborne splinter , tall tunic Pines release their last remnants of Winter , at the cusp of torrid June with wind-borne , whirling , stern delivery

Morning birds sing the praises of Dawn in the confectionery forest of home
Red-Tip hedges bustle with Springlike description , Mother Jay cackle and Eastern Gray playful volition
Simple shaded homes bursting with the wonders of rebirth , sunshine canopies appear as visions to Heaven , Red Fox banter in the Sorghum plat lowland , sprite Doves working fields of Millet and Sunflower , Magpie guards , tickled and curt
Hunter Bluebirds falling to earth for grasshoppers , back to the "Crows Nest" in their continual search

One cheery Mockingbird spicing the May night doldrums , Two tree frogs chime in on cue with three Whippoorwills rounding out the chorus
Four Cicadas , Five Field Crickets , Six Barn Owls and Seven singing Katydids
Eight Killdeer in harmony with Nine Coyotes
Ten Bullfrogs rocking the pond as Mockingbird number
two comes calling

Racing thoughts along the Atlantic alabaster , sea green -connection , sundown obscuring the curve of the earth
Wondering why gulls prefer the shore as Ghost ***** -
scurry for their awaiting sandy berths
Seaweed filled foam reaching the end of its destination ,
driftwood skeletons shadow white sand westerly creation
Venus sits alone in 'Sailor delight red sky' , North Star forever bright
Tonight a beacon light pans the open waters ,
A peculiar turquoise , emerald summer night collage

Fecund , Sun drenched coppice , Marsh Hawk pursuing eyes , mid-afternoon iridescent Dragonflies , half turn of the ever evolving earthly -panel , a fragile , cobalt soap bubble teetering from parasitic occupation
Felled timberland bridges , Warbler performers , days of pungent Pine -and Water Oak umbrellas
Persuasive vapors commanding the senses from every direction , spun in -the pastureland , seeking the fall of the stratospheric canopy , poetic tales -of the inverted world

Lifelong friends shine like Blue Stars forever , regardless of stormy or fair weather , on a cotton blanket in Autumn tracing the celestial attractions with their fingers , interpreting one another's dreams with spontaneous laughter , pulling daisy petal wishes , constantly charging each others mettle , crossing slippery , uncertain streams then o'er the cold mountaintops of nightfall , sauntering the forenoon valley beside the dewberry bramble , perfectly together

Turkey's appear from morning brume
Trek the homefarm fields of cut hay ,
the bell-cries of Black Angus cattle thresh
the checkerboard , cloud laden , terraced
clover valley
Red , wild Roses lace split Pine fencing with taut barbed wire
moorings , Sunlight slowly releases the ******* of
Dawn , Little Bear Creek reborn , turned black
earth steams awakening field rows* ...

A loving , weathered face in the morning clouds , faithful companion to my Summer occupations , a drink of cool spring water in the late afternoon hour , a studious Indigo Bunting chirping praise from the Sunflowers* ...

Young Beagles walk disoriented in changing
winds , sixteen year olds are no different with the car keys
Competing odors , night lights tantalize in every direction ,
the road home combined with myriad , compelling -
alternatives
Food to the left , a deer to the right , a garbage can
dead ahead , aroma of chickens coming in from behind
Hanging out here , headed out there , always that guy
who's old enough to buy beer , the bar that will let anyone in
Keep one eye on your "pups" on breezy Friday nights ,
Lest they stray from the path by the light* ...

Fickle Silver Maples lie forlorn in the -
stillness of Noon , melancholy belles that change -
their sullen tune by the belated , crosswind steamy Georgia afternoon
Dandelion sprinkled prairie of home , bordered in thick , red clay
trenches , kudzu covered period homesteads , Spring peach
and pecan orchards drenched in wild , unabated orchid and coneflower
Sweetgum cones rattle in nightfalls cooling breeze without respite , riverstone retaining walls , whitewashed barns and gravel drives , Bantam hens perch Live Oak branches along flint , cobblestone pathways

Stormy day , rising , pollen laced puddles
Obsidian , squally countryside backdrops -
with aromatic Wisteria infusions , humid , sunbeam fueled -
certain windstorm conclusions
Citywide , asphalt stained vehicles , rain engulfed curbside -
rivers at full pool , diesel fumes swallowing available air
at four-way intersections
Discarded paper , eastbound swayed hardwoods
Snapping flags cry out in brief , turbulent episodes
Evergreen needles at hours disposal
The mechanized voices of late afternoon
travel and corruption

Momma Thrashers working song , familiar voice of hedgerow levity
Timeless tune of the Springtide brevity
Pitch perfect Maytime sun-kissed divinity
Songs of hope and lasting serenity

Blessed Sun worshipers , pining for ardent piedmont
mosaics , followers of the stain glass canopy 'neath
Carolina blue windows ..                                                               ­                                Keepers of the Sycamore , Maple morn
Students of the Summer woodland religiosity ,
of songbird marvel and honeysuckle arbor

Good black coffee , toasted pumpernickel bread and mushroom soup
have stoked the imagination of this writer on many afternoons

Cold , illusory afternoon on a smokey Locust Grove reservoir , a period piece from 1980 , the clap of the johnboat and paddle driven wakes
Bluer , straight shots across open waterways , blond hashish
serenades , remembering the fog that broke illogically just as the Sun dropped away
She posed quite convincingly like good thespians do ,
and passed within a few short Autumn days

Give them guns , have them come back
tortured , depressed and disabled
Label them heroes , pay no regard to their
high suicide rates , give them hometown
parades and let them fend for themselves
in the American rat race
Vietnam Part II is being played out for all to see                                                    
via the internet , laptops have replaced Walter Cronkite ,
Arlington is slowly being filled week after week
Color guards bring cheers at sporting events , our
young people are flatlining on our countries streets
A painful Presidential election is coming our way ,
tear gas and rubber bullets on Cleveland's streets ,
The violence will spread from city to city
Watch with fear as 1969 plays out once again

Old houses play mind games at night
Fans , clocks and creaking Pine floors
Rattling pipes , Squirrels in the attic ,
wind shut screen doors
Tin roofs on rainy nights bring hypnotic
rest , shutters , however , unlatched on a stormy
eve can stand you straight up in the bed
Old barn cats hissing , Hoot owls in nearby trees  ,
Coyotes singing to the Moon , June bugs hitting
windows and Rabbit dogs barking at midnight Deer
Dripping faucets , ice makers , Rhode Island Red
roosters and that fool warming up his Harley at
six a.m. , morning paper skipping across the driveway
followed by the march of the school buses at seven bells ,
It's no wonder I'm crazy as Hell

Waiting for the ransom of daybreak
For Oak boughs in care of Wisterias child ,
for warm ploughland breath seeking the chilled morning address ,
Sunbeams held in gray cover , windmere hillsides
in earthly redress
Lorn , incognito Cottonwoods hosting the Mourning Dove
rituals , Sapphire flowers mingle in wetted Thistle ,
Crescendo showers telltale an oxbow brook with
clear quartz reflections , bathing the Sawgrass banks
Crimson , Nutmeg , Sassafras scent surprise , Wild onion teasing
the Dawn palate , dark earth fragrance in colorful green disguise
Gravel road , broom sage borders beneath Hickory canopies ,
leading to home

Rancorous Ole Bullfrog , snoring on a paddy , clear your pipes and carry that voice across the quiet marshland , low country valley .. Start the dandy evening opus with low bass tones , croak a silly song with that golden throat trombone , find a whippoorwill and lay down a duet you 'Old Hambone'*!

Variegated Summer constellations along
the Eastern gaze , Sagittarius , draw your bow ,
shoot a star Earths way
Big Dipper , extinguish the thirst of Greek heroes ,
Ursa Major hath quelled the passion of Callisto ,
the tail of Haileys Comet filling the night
with wishes and tender innuendo

When my time comes don't you dare -
bury me beside all the others
I've tip-toed through life trying to be alone
Don't you dare lay me beside their forever 'yakking'
bones

Peridot twinkling Pine , Father sunshine
Shadow rhymes , intermittent portals of
ray donning signals from 'On High' , Navy blues
mingle with Dogwood whites sprayed with
Wisteria purple on a young , quiet Saturday night
My Bluebird ancestors , perched on a farm bell , bringing
joy and good fortune as long as the Summer day
Coffee on a sturdy wood porch , waiting for the Milky Way

Month of May galactic , morning star tapestries , piedmont Geese dot the rising Sienna profile , Amethyst waters ripple in the Chattahoochee wind spell as reflections sprinkle the River birch harbors

Afternoon octaves from a Raspberry arbor ,
streaming with Honeybee delight , fledgeling
Cardinals hopping from branch to branch ,
Rubies pause then pose , streak away in zig-zag
flight
Bluejays crack acorns on cobblestone drives ,
Red wasp , Swallowtails and Cuckoo bees dance
in warm light , Cinnamon coated fawns dance
the forever fields of soybeans , Sugar Magnolias
stand tall in Purple clover dreams

The dancer interprets the music
just as the poet recalls the day
The water reaches the seed
as the storm cloud portends the rain
The oceans are at servitude to the power
of the Moon
The lonely are swayed and led towards passion
by the color blue

If my love was the Sun we would bask forever in the
month of June , on an outdoor rocker for two with
aromatic Gardenias and Privet Hedge making our hearts sing ,
like the mirthful Robins at days beginning , just you and I* ...

I concur with the calling Red-tailed Hawk -
in stoic visage over the painted field
At peace with the Spring farmer laboriously -
yearning to ever increase his Fall yield
I've knowledge of each grain of sand ensconced -
in myriad granite stones on the midnight path
Open to wisdom with the eyes of an Owl , in tune
with my past as the Buck patrolling the hardwood line
Settled as the Turtle Dove on daybreak frosted moors
As protective of my forested home as the wrath of
ravenous Bobcat , tempered with the hope of every songbird
in flight

Mysterious , Tennessee nighttime wind , what fables do you bring on a cool Spring eve .. Tales of Mountain 'lore , of whispering rivers and moonlit hollers , black Bear antics and coonskin chapeaux , pristine valleys and hillside shanties , Memphis Riverboats and Elvis Presley .. Cascading brooks , foggy morning dales and Bluegrass pickers , Dulcimers , twisting highways and Nashville Telecasters* ..

For cold , crystal clear water , **** treats and sage advice
on quite a few hot , humid , June afternoons* ..

At the collision of timothy and zoysia , where Crape Myrtles reveal their late morning luster , where luminosity and cloud continually sketch , color and reinvent open pastures , individuality forever fading , leaving sadness at the afternoon approach then gone
Hours without occupation , warmth and windsong  
Tethered , embittered and hidden*...

Cold Sun with calling Raven
Morning soloist in the Cyan school tree haven
Wild berry blush , springtime zephyr maven -
relaying messages o'er crystal oceans of red wire grass
and brunette morning straw

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This panic attack reveals voice and reason left unfiltered ,
a paper airplane relentlessly returning to start  , a disturbed fire ant mound
out of control , a wounded , naked criminal at large
The laden collapse of one cloud in August ,
a broken wing defenseless in the unforgiving forest
A persimmon left for naught , a green apple left to rot
Muted betrayed of mime , a poem forever devoid of rhyme

Stirring the lemon balm and spearmint
carpet with naked feet , traipsing the nine a..m.
red-tipped grass to the Pileated beat
Drenched , rolled pant legs covered in
seeds and hitchhikers , emboldened morning
rabbits and Apricot skies , Alabama tell tale
breezes tilt broom sage on rustic homestead
drives* ...

Along the pine- land shoreline at the peak of Spring activity , where Captains on horseback appear at times as the warriors of Chief McIntosh cry out into the night , lavender horizons touching the rainbow woodlands , where cold chills suddenly appear in the heat of Summer , where Great Owls and Bobcats compete for the hunted
Broken earth steaming at the break of day
Where rainbows right themselves from the foggy banks ,
inspired by the first peeks of sunlight through the Oak dale
ranks* ...

Swaying Pin Oaks wave to me from
my window perch , a veritable sea of gold
and green in contrast to this dark living room
I remember these majestic Water Oaks as
seedlings , held upright by kite string and wooden
stakes
Cedar trees standing o'er twenty feet tall , Wild Plum
trees congregating for a quarter of a mile
Dirt roads at each intersection , a lonely state highway
for riding bicycles and collecting empty pop bottles
Watching afternoon Whitetail Does from July cornfields ,
carving walking sticks from Hickory , climbing
Crabapple trees for midday snacks , canoeing trips on
the Indian Creeks
Where do memories find rest as the body quietly withers away

Standing in the clear piedmont blood ,
with understanding , with unchecked curiosity
along the jagged edgeways
Ardent Yellow Perch skipping her countercurrents ,
painted turtles at liberty atop driftwood memorials
Hardwoods sash -shay the moss painted root bound  
architecture , sunbeams expose the river bottoms ,
Blue Herons and Redtailed Hawks stand on silent
watch , birds of every color and unique song pass ,
command these silver blue corridors

Think I'll finish this cappuccino ,
walk out in the yard , **** on the grass
and call it sacred ..
Tell the government of my plans ,
call it a religion and get tax exempt
Wake up the next day and find another -
source of theological peanut brittle to chew
on before I'm hit with another epiphany to
keep the IRS at bay ...

If the police were issued water pistols the death rate by drowning in this country would increase by ninety percent in two short weeks

Wetted grass reaches for its rightful late afternoon -
zenith as winged acrobatic performers delight -
and amaze with great zeal and utter independence
Simple golden flowers fill luscious , lawn borders
Intrepid sunshine breaking free of the thundercloud -
shackles , cool currents struggle with turbulent
water borne Summer air , laughter of Grackles dancing honeysuckle
woodlands
Green grasshoppers with velcro legs , stuck to ***** denim jeans , Luna moths hold curious twixt bronze porch torches where Walkingsticks review the epic day to the chorus of haunting Night Thrushes

Evening cool rotation ,
contour dancers
Stunned , expressionless ,
fluid invisibility demeanor
Deafening room , stippled
ceiling box kingdom
Counter-musicality conundrum ,
lamplight abandon

a gullible **** in the watermelon patch
expecting to tower and live life among the others -
with hope of musical days , curious , a bit embarrassed -
lit up in late morning Sun
quickly shaded , protected by the burgeoning populace -
of kindred spirits he assumed were friends , befuddled -
with their ultimate height and fruition , something which -
he wanted so bad
but the "wanted" overtook his sky , leaving him -
quite maligned , uncreative and ready to die , returned to the fertile -
Earth as a lesson for the 'labeled' in the month of May ,
a parable of our short lives , minority days among 'the -
chosen' , disenfranchised from the all powerful Vine*  ..

Flurries of call and response , electric guitar notes
travel over these Oak floors , escaping through an open window
bound for a star , my grandson could quite possibly receive
the songs coda from an extraterrestrial musician yet unknown
I pray for alien language to be music , I've so much to tell ,
, so much hurt to describe , so much passion and understanding
stored in my souls living well
If we could communicate love through a fretboard vocabulary
I would wail

There's a sparrow perched on the wrought
iron porch , a light blue dragonfly taking off from
the Sweet gum canopy flying in hard , eye -level over our perfectly
cut yard
The aromatic flora of Spring lies at every turn , the air
filled with the candy of stirring life , the sight of a busy Wild
Turkey hen this morning brought a brief smile
Cool air is shadow boxing the afternoon humid heat ,
rolling Crow laughter as they dine on a broken watermelon
feast
The first drummer of May is sounding the call for Alabama rain
Thick , whirling , untapped forces are being summoned , the nape of my
neck quickened with rising hairs , goose bumps run down both arms ,
the unmistakeable scent of petrichor has captured my presence with abundant
charm and siren song , the tree frogs come alive , quite aware of the 'goings on'
Much needed rain is coming up the valley , spilling down the pursed pastureland ,
caressing the scrub forest with blessed song , filling the arid basin of woodland
chemistry , refreshing the air of its pollen borne misery