I wonder, love, if you see
these stars that hang over me
or if you, so far away,
forget to look up?

The horizon was pure Magic:
Pink blue white softness ~ Light born
At the sunset ~ full Moon in bloom. . .
Saw you on wheels  ~ son!

India women dip white
linen cloths into vats of
the most beautiful colors,
Yogis meditate.


*Dodoitsu 7,7,7,5  Japanese style of poetry. Circa 1600s. Often concerning love or work, and usually comical.  In my case I was trying to show an analogy between dipping into meditation and the dipping of cloth in a vat of dye. But I also found it humorous that the men meditated, while the women worked.

the rock face had altered
after years of weathering
it had gone from rough to smooth
this is erosion

the scent of sweet lavender
which floated through the pretty field
reminded him of a girlfriend
in his college days

a lambent sphere of sunlight
doth grace our patch of landscape
the gullies and hillsides
glimmer in its rays

Love is like marrow to bone,
It stays attached whilst living,
But as love dies and weakens,
Decay breaks the bond.

her sweet lavender perfume
attracted his attention
he was drawn to the woman
who wore this bouquet

the vast bush skies are alight
with a panoply of stars
they captivate the viewer
stunning is their blaze