The air gives off a serious aura It’s time to buckle our belts and tie up the hay It’s the season to plant eager expectations What’s the end harvest gonna be? We’re not certain but we hold onto hope We’re told hard work pays off in the end So it’s the more reason to roll ...

I walk hypnotically In slow motion Toward the unreachable horizon Lured by a shimmering mirage Lying between the wavering sky And the quivering ground  The datum points  Where sunset plunges down And the world’s golden eye Loses her crown   Mesmerized  I mindfully turn my back On nightfall’s widening crack Until my weary eyes  Awaken to hear the sound Of moon shadows  Haunting her sacred ground 

Do not worry, dearBecause of youEvery new dayEthereally illuminatesYour enchanting artworkThat hangs proudly on every wallEvery nostalgic talismanA mirror image, of your brave soulThere, for me to emulate and stay strong Do not worry, dearBecause of youMy enthusiasm for lifeShall continue to thriveYou taught me the benevolenceOf ExistenceAnd you showed me how to live graciouslyWith your everlasting ...

Lying here daydreaming Gazing up at the sky Wondering how We perceive hues?Why is our sky blue? And why say “feeling blue” When it’s not true  The blue I see Is no one’s fool  So why tease me     I swear, every face in the crowd  Wore your forever smile  Which shines on every dial  Like yesteryear’s last mile  Facing your time in style  Happy faces, new and ...

a bowl of cereal, and  a slice of cinnamon toast I watch morning blackbirds perch on fence posts  our streetlamp posts  are receiving new globes down the village road there is the historic  community Post Office  where my daily poetry posts are again, free to roam. to every remote outpost  I am no longer a frozen igloo host or a nomadic poet  meandering in slow motion around ...

Hello, Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And fill my empty spoon With memories and rhymes  I am feeling tired and bland My quill needs a helping hand The poet’s barren ink well Is requesting a magic spell.  Dear Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And light up my room With a dream-time pantomime 

My ancient limbs are wearyTimewornFrom trying to walk on waterBut I am able enoughTo leave a footprint in the sandBefore the tide returns again I am not deaf or blindMy eyes can hear the soundOf a merciless warShredding families apartThe nation’s folks areCrying rivers of tearsWhich are spirituallyFlooding their sacred towns

Deep in the enchanted forestUnder mossy rocks and water-reeds I found an iron-bar doorLying over a sinkhole in the creek bed I wondered and yelled out“Hello! Is anyone down there” Eerily, a gentle voice replied“Do not worry, we are sheltering here” “Why are you hiding?” I inquired “We are waiting for humanity  to stop the carnage on our planet” Then, ...

 My life was like a half-withered water-reed Swaying alone, in the winter breeze I floated between yellow and brown hues And then I fell into an ocean of purple and blue  Without a splash, I sank like a lead balloon Halfway down, I rolled over and saw a glowing half-moon Slowly, I swam back to the glimmering surface Where, I realized, ...

Strolling down the narrow street,Fingers interlocked in a loving gripMy love, I hear the rhythm of your heartbeatIt pounds in perfect harmony with mineThe roses sparkle with a deeper hue todayTheir fragrance saturates the air around usNature has become an entourage on our walk of desire  A few more steps in hopeful delightWe reach the ...