A breeze can blow you far

A breeze can blow you far

A melody wafting

As daydreams locomote

Even in the softing 

A little on the left

Stars ridging on the dome

Grieving is orphaned love

That never finds a home

Turn and see the magic

Turn and see the magic

Swirls of days in cyclone

See without worry of

The future and unknowns 

Patches on the sleeves 

That YSL in tweed

The youth gladly exchanged 

Two sunflowers in seed

After blindness is gone

After blindness is gone

In the brightness of stark

There is a harshness in

The departure of dark

Reality regrets

Time cremated and tossed

And the splintering wood

That was varnished and glossed

My hand raised and asking

My hand raised and asking

Who is there to respond

Release these spores from my

Spiraling jetty frond

Not waving but asking

Stevie Smith may save me

Fending off the starling

And loving tenderly

Starting to cross the line

Starting to cross the line

Distance measured in near

Ten fingers on the hand

Is it the same for year

A huge yellow moonrise 

Chased by theBig Dipper

Or below Orion

A single warm slipper

Permission to forest

Permission to forest

Allowing time to ring

To age in canopy

Rejoicing chorus Spring

The sense of belonging

In a greater landscape

From the wisest oak to

The cultivated grape

Go down as gently as

Go down as gently as

A setting sun on land

Our lives are not made for

The constant ampersand

Fallen trees in forest

Even evergreens log

The loss of outlines when

A cloud greets us as fog