Sunday, June 6, 2010

a new unfinished poem

we are all vagabonds
strumming our own tunes listening to the waves as they
play the bongos and djembes of our rituals
strum humming along the seasons everchanging
cracks on the sidewalks as a little girl
have now become the cracks in the heart

-- -- --

Embark with me on a snowy cloud
that trails the frail

Enlightenment is just beyond
Cradled where the sun blankets the
Forest floor
The Spring is but a hot winter's caress
Nothing. Less,
Mother Nature
Hear my call
I won't ignore yours.