Briar rose, ****** red,
Why do you dream of tangled
vines with thorns?
Briar rose, ****** red,
Why do you dream of the fair
maiden that mourns?
As pearls of winter fall upon you,
-How cruel is this season,
to inflict melancholy just by
freezing your petals in the
eternal swirl of time...

pear leaves strum the high wire
fern roots claw a sun drenched bank
creep vines mount the hedgerow
sow bugs jump a grated worn step

picket wall stain on cedar
mountain stream brisk at lush green pass
four legs down the foot path
biscuit brown trailers fill the pipe

spiders march on dew web
knots and rivets cut hard at the seam
maples cover the forest floor
sap ***** ping the front gate

dandelions drift on west breeze
blue berries plump at shepherds grove
wood sill holds a stained glass
letter box lined above the scrub

delft ware on the mantle
(with petals and script for a promised guest!)
junior poised with mouth agape
birds and squirrels whistle jovial tunes

goldfinch darts the sea ranch
tabby cat rests in a white wicker chair
a crafters window in the alpine
follies await the summer task!

queen bee on the flutter
airedale set on a woven grey mat
watchmen of the hollow (+ earwig and mite!)
scurry, under rustled moist leaves

frogs leap at trickle creek
shutter bugs mount on gryphons lair
still water ripples in the shaded pool
folding fingers on corner bridge

foragers cut the high shelf
silver fish come to life
whiskey jack sings on indian green
elijah and xavier pause...
at a long days end

Mud, whiskey, death
and bad debts, the river's
high water, mysterious birds
flying south disappearing
like a youngest daughter,
no good men, bad intentions,
changing seasons, unexplained
pains, all of these are reasons
I've seen good women weeping
after the hardest rains came.

I saw the world through
eyes of glass.
Ghost, tall and thin.
What I can't see, please tell me.
- Little petals, white and rosy.
Flying in your garden
You really can't see the beauty
in everything,
I don't even think you can see me.
... But Cherry Blossom
on a moonlit night

The sun set beautiful
Red and orange
Mixed across the sky

Keith Wilson April 2017

The old become the new
The secret to the truth
With nothing left to lose

I want to see...

The questions that I have
After all is said
All be answered back

I want to see...

The hands being raised
Not just on special days
When promises are made

I want to see...

A moral compass in accord
Pointing straight due North
For all that it is worth

I want to see...

The flipping of the coin
In the early dawn
When heads the coin lands on

I want to see...

The plans being made
As tracks are being laid
To the worlds peace train

I want to see...

The love that's held within
Every woman, child, and man
Across this great land

I want to see...

Desires of my youth
In everything I do
Ripen in its fruit

I want to see...

Positive the change
Forever and a day
Until the shadows fade

I want to see...

All that I can see
In all that's meant to be
In every single need

I want to see...

From beginning to the end
And when we reach that bend
I want to see it all again

I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes
I don't know why I wake up and cry
There are dreams I have that remind me of you
I am nothing without you
I don't know what to do
You would always protect me
Now I'm on my own
Now that I am without you
I'm all alone
You were my cousin and my only freind
But I know one day I'll see you again.

Because death comes to all
That's a natural thing
But yours came too early

Your life ended at only 14
But I'm strong
Because you'd want me to be