The blood red vibrant buds on the trees ignite
in a chaotic emergence against the pale blue sky.
The infant spring sheen of the warm sun,
beckons my mind into a garden of oblivion.
Heavy thoughts are lost to the miniature whistles
of the happy house finch.
Breeze sweeps crumbs of dreams that were never clinched.
Penetrating the soul's rich soil
are fresh buds of ideas that have remained loyal.
Before blossoms burst, my black dirt voraciously thirsts.
And then joyous daffodils destroy winter's curse.

dressed you for the rain
now this snow pelting pain
aww kid ! bad forecast

I sat upon a fashioned stump
Where birds and bugs all ducked and dived;
Stuck on the stump before a ****
And wondering which to hide.

A smear of veg before me spreads
As far as the mind can see;
And dazzling flowers all nod their heads,
And all of them smile at me.

Then the birds, the birds all sing their song,
And the rest can buzz and dance along,
So I know that really it can’t be long
‘Till everything’s smiling at me.

But the buzz and the song -
Oh, where had they gone?
And those flowers -
How they smiled at me!

It is Spring and it is Midnight
with your love my sweet exotic dove

A kind of rose candlelight
Kisses sweetly within the April sky
The mapled moon caresses
The hour with its honey gold

These are the moonbeams
Where our love serenades
One another
This sweet brilliance
That transcends the seasons
and oceans apart
When our love waltzes
WithIn our hearts
The heavenly moonlit waves
straddle and salsa
To reminiscent golden shores

One jazz sway of your Cabaret hips
One sweet kiss of your Iris gaze
Makes you surreal
Like paint upon canvas
Rose gold moon
WithIn our Love
WithIn vineyard sky

Sweet exotic *****
Your singing makes one weep
Windswept sorrows and joys
And even the stars seem asleep
And awake in dream

You waltz like a fine wine groove
While the rose gypsies
Lounge and bloom
as sweetly as they can be

And The moonlight is all ours
Luminous sassy demure fountain
Of love serenades and dreams
Seven candles
Seven brilliant midnight stars
To light with our gaze and love
While the sunflowers sway
And bow
WithIn the maple breeze

Reynaldo Casison

I unfold in adoration of clouds leaves wild flowers  bees
thoughts pass like the shadows of birds
everything gets illuminated revealing a core
the world gets deeper than one thought

Winter is a season
With barren limbs
Fallen leaves
Blowing winds
And frozen eaves

Winter is a season
Of greyed out skies
And barely touching suns
Cold, burning eyes
And noses on the run

Winter is a season
Where green and beauty fades
Buried ‘neath a white sheet
And it seems that for an age
Winter is all there is.

But winter is a season.
Seasons always change.
Seasons come and go
Seasons are a phase
Winter is a season.

Winter is a season
One of four, in fact
The other three are green
Winter has an icey grasp
But Spring, summer, fall -

Flowers! Bees! Warm, soft breeze!
Butterflies and normal flies,
Fruit and veggies, rain and shine!
Running, laughing, falling, playing
Kissing, hugging, gasping!

Winter is a season.
Right now I do feel cold.
I feel like I want to stay in bed
Until the day that I grow old
And no longer raise my head.

Winter is a season.
This one seems worse than most.
But if I give up now-
If i choose to let this go-
Then I miss the next.

Winter is this season.
I’ll try to stay warm while it lasts
And maybe share a blanket where I can
But I feel, coming fast,
A fresh new spring to share.