Mother Nature
at her finest.

Snapping away commences
in times where
running out of film
is nearly impossible.

apprehensiveness
I
reach
out.

Exhilarated by passions.
Titillated by visions.
Sexed up with desires
plunge is taken
whisper
of
I love you
song is played.

Music of two hearts
crescendos.
Fevers rise.

Oh la la
love is grand.

Today, is the day I will stay true to my greatness,
riding the wave of prosperity, peace
and dreams.

what lurks in the mind of a poet.
A place where anything is possible.

Where words and visions,
thoughts and schemes,
memories, and dreams
laughter and sadness are stored.

A place that gives wings to words,
so they may fly
into a readers waiting eyes.

Pumpkin seeds,*
sprouted in head,
making way for
dreams of marching
in the Halloween Parade possible.

Pumpkin seeds,
expanded in mind,
gives self a grand idea
for Halloween costume
destined to win first place.

Pumpkin seeds,
growing in head
produces pumpkin,
with eyes that glow like moon
on October night.

Pumpkin seeds,
beware you don’t
eat too many.
Otherwise you might become one,
meant to be cut and displayed
at doorstep ledge.

The wolf it calls
in dark of night
when moon is full.
He whistles with wind
howling to sew night air
with blanket of stars

The wolf makes it’s presence known
though silhouette of trees hid its form.

The wolf it celebrates
nights silver moon
reminding all
it is a gift to mankind
and
one of Mother Gia’s Masters.

I AM
*Drunk at break of day,
as ball of light greets my eyes and
rays warm my vessel.

Drunk in afternoon I be as
steps ground and my gratitude
echoes.

I AM
Drunk at dusk, as
voice says farewell to sun
and hello moon lit stars.

Drunk at midnight I be,
as bedtime calls for balance
in blissful hangover
to enter dreams.