Here come the summer peepers
Frog chorus in warm nights
Telling the tales
Of sun-drenched days
And full stomachs

Owls call in the dark,
Finding field mice
Fat from golden grains
Tasting of wheat berries
And marigolds

Apple blossoms
Send sweetness,
Laying heavy on balmy air
A breeze of cherries,
Bright red and **** sweet -
These are the sights
Smells and tastes
Of summer

When the sun sets
The golden hour calls
Sun motes to dance
Across the grass,
Flicker in the bamboo shoots

These eyes know
How to spot spider threads
Turned into glorious
Sunlit things
We are drenched in honey

Made of light
We spin in gentle circles
Lined with sweetness
Soft hum of cicadas
This is the most
Beautiful time of all

A flash of brighter green
In a field of dry grass
Vivid eyes, focused and clear
Reeds sway in the Zephyr Steppes
Borne on strong breezes

Calm face and sturdy footing
Dappled like the sun stained grass
Paper lanterns blow in the clear sky
Whoever said that Tundras couldn't know the wind
Couldn't know the directions it blows in?

Skydancers and Spirals don't
Own the skies after all
And he has always known the wind
The different scents
How the scent of the sea blows in from Water
And the breeze is bitter cold when it comes from Ice
How the smell of white hot metal
Makes the air so hot

Life grows in a swamp
The croak of frogs and the chirp of crickets
The sway of cattails in the breeze
The bend of soft, sweet, grass
Mossy puddle
Rich with life

Sweet smell of rot, of plant decay
The buzz of insects,
Zip of dragonflies hunting for a meal
Lily pads float lazily
While a heron stalks its prey

Tadpoles wiggle in the mire
Sunlight warms the green water
There's something about the life of a swamp,
The deep mud,
And deeper waters

Still waters run deep
Has always been the saying,
And rolling stones gather no moss
But here the still waters are shallow
And the stones are thick with moss - even though they roll
Every part is touched by light
And warmth

Glittering light picks highlights off the water
Catches the stir of algae,
As a pike breaks the surface
A turtle on a rock, limbs spread out
Butterflies gather on low branches
Hanging moss

Can you hear the birdsong?
The whir of hummingbird wings
Bees buzz 'round a busy hive
There are dryads nearby
Keeping watch over
The bright little fen

Cascade of flowing vines
Mushrooms pushing through soft logs
The movement half glimpsed,
From the corner of your eyes
Cicadas buzz and hum softly then loudly
Lichen grows on damp rocks

They say that moss only grows
On the left sides of trees - or was it the right?
Pillow soft and dew beaded
Nature's cushion
Nature's stage for a round fairy ring
Secluded den

A centaur moves beneath the trees,
Dappled skin glowing
In yellow green light
Dainty steps
And the growing of things

I feel like
I'll have the crescent marks
Of my fingernails
Embedded in the skin
Of my palms
When this over

Awareness of everything
Is pressed against
The backs of
My eyelids
I close them and I
Can hear the buzz
Of my thoughts
Trying to escape my head

Before this - there was a job
And busy days, and things to plan
Now I am weightless, restless
Trying to carve out
A routine out of this stillness
It's like the world
Is holding It's
Breath
And it is

There is anger inside me
I feel it pressing
On my lungs
And at the base of my throat
I am angry at this world
And all it has pressed upon me
I feel like a ghost
In my own home
There is an invasion happening
And everything is changing

I feel like....
Things were stolen from me
My birthday, my peace
And quiet
I have taken to wandering
Hitting the pavements
Visiting the ducks to tell them
My troubles
There is no sanctuary left here

For once I long for stillness
For once I long for a break from everything
There have been so many
Changes
There have been so many upsets
There have been deaths,
Flooded bathrooms,
Pet scares, heart attacks
Hospital stays
Four months spent house sitting
Cane spiders,
There is a pandemic claiming so
Many lives

I am exhausted -
Sick of listening to
End of the world playlists
I am done with Doomdays and Fever Dreams
And Modern Tragedies
I feel as if I am not entitled
To wanting to spent a few minutes alone
I just want quiet
To go to the library and find new books
I just want this to end
And it will
If we play it right

But there is no going back now

You sit in darkness and wish for light.
You could move, you could fight.
Life has found you in this night.
You've lost your might, you've lost your bite.

You could still be
Exist in more than just this twilight
Yet still you stay in this endless night
She's blazing with life on the other side

Branches are reaching and grass is growing
Rivers are flowing
Buds are blooming
And yet you do not move

Are you the seed that never grew?
Are you the bud that never bloomed?
Are the leaf that fell too soon?
Are you the one who stands still
In a world that moves?

I want to make something.
I want to matter.
I want to create something that will wow,
that'll take away the breath of those who see it.
I want them to feel,
to cry,
to question
the world around them.
But, if I put something up
and they laugh
or worse
ignore it, what then?
So I'll wait
and scabble
around my small skills
and look
for the perfect stone
to throw.
And never throw it.

I think it's about finding your way through life,
you'll get lost and it'll feel like there's no way out
then someone will come and set you on your path again.
One day they will leave, through death or some other way and you'll be left to walk your path alone again.
Yet, that person has given you something,
made you test your own borders and find your own footing.
Don't be afraid and always look closer.
One day you'll find your way home, though there will be doubts and moments of sadness.
Hope is a tricky thing,
it's there
but sometimes you can't feel it
and it will take someone else to help you
start reaching for it

It has been quiet.
The trees sway sometimes in the restless breeze, it has rained, it has darkened but always the sun has shown in the end.
This is the way it has always been.
This is the way it will always be.
Beautiful.
Lonely.
There are many names to describe such a feeling as these trees bring.

The waves rocked the frothing sea and salt stings the wounds
Oh he said he'd never loved me through the heat and hurt
The deck rocks beneath my feet and I still stand before him
And he's screaming, he's screaming out my name
Every word is a temptest, every word is a storm
And these waves are getting higher without anything to hold
Buzzing in my ears, beating in my heart

Waves around your neck, foam in your lungs
I'm drowing! Please don't drown with me!
But we're already sinking, planks are breaking and the water's coming in
Oh the water's coming in
And salt stings as it goes down, you brought this on yourself
I was drowning long ago and now those tears have found home
Oh we're going down! What a time to drown1

You always said bad luck came when a women went aboard
One word and it's over, the tidal waves are rising
Froth, foam, white and green glass covering in sheets
Wrapped up in each other's strings there's no room for us to breathe
And we're going down

I'm drowing! Please don't drown with me!
The seaweed wraps around us
Nothing left but a wreck
No air for these lungs