Flowers in the grasses

Flowers in the grasses

And few beside the cropped

These artistic punches 

For those whose guards have dropped

And in human nature

Comfort found in common

But I’m searching for the

Colors in the solemn

Being chased by a kite

Being chased by a kite

Lullabies want opus

Solidifying years

Without hocus-pocus 

Girders not Lincoln Logs

Perfection, purity

They are not the goals just

Less mediocrity

Dignity coveted

Dignity coveted

Unadorned, simplified

Beauty like a humming

As if the daisies sighed

No matter the wet spots

Bodily functions fail

The person haute couture 

But physically in jail

A dream falling out of

A dream falling out of

A hole in the pocket

Like an unclasped neck chain

And slip of a locket

When and how it happened 

Could I have changed that much

No sense it was missing

Having grown out of touch

In my empty space left

In my empty space left

After the fingerprints

Have slowly worn away

The recollection hints

May nature now reclaim

The wonderment of here

Carbon to carbon ends

Until the sense of mere

Mud flung on a daisy

Mud flung on a daisy

I question the divine

Random or formula

Or some other design

And what are the chances

A moonbow in night skies

Rarity in a rare

Answers amongst the why’s 

Early morning snowfall

Early morning snowfall

Clouds are chimney ash gray

A sense of renewal

On this calendar day

Lines cast on frozen lakes

We will see what Spring brings

A change of plans perhaps

As the pendulum swings