Tones startling in clarity, eager, pure with
Redundancy of tones, to escort harmonious effects
Nature speaks deity’s expressions, in this meticulous dialect
Having a preference for a particular order
Sometimes a somewhat harsh design, being in accord
With all things, may at times…
Find you orphaned for awhile, offering modest relief
But in ocean waves, there is a pale shine of eye white
As if an all seeing, watches over things
Looking on the best and worst of mankind
With weary compassion…
Yet sage advice, like a mill wheel spilling its consignment of mist,
Spraying into the tailrace…where souls begin
There are great odds between the colors of nature
And the hardness of hearts, touching us uniquely as diamonds in the ruff
Like we were a thing requiring great tenderness, sanctity
Though the daily toll might exact…in it’s own time and routine
Great fringes of foliage spiritually all around,
Dizziness weaving the echoes of our minds
Like all brave phrases of hymns, executing a welcomed arch
Blossoming rhododendrons stand in impressed cerulean granite
Mingling crisp beyond the normal,
Pressing two fingers against this constant place
Mere fragments flare, looking up eternally through a wilderness
From a forgotten unseen race, memorializing the darkest events of history
We fight a battle, to ward off invaders, despite the padding of with drawl
Our hearts focused, many wide crags to be ventured & crossed
Shaping the new remembrance of a fiddler’s proportions with his bow
Soft and shaped so that when they cool, they dry to form smooth curves
With freehand inside the images of quest
From a mystic discipline, at arm’s length
Wrapping ourselves in the makings of nature’s ground cloth
Robes as pilgrims seeking direction when walking in from the rain
In our one room cabins of squared timbers
Set above the road, where we mingle stellar
As volunteers recognizing these gestures of informational code
We feel it, and know it’s there
Where ever polished metal turns to rust,
We see the round side of the breast of nature, full and luminous
Returning to the hearth of our thresholds


Good Morning Everyone, and Happy Monday to you All