I realize now I would have loved a rainhat to wear on summer walks beneath warm downpour As I would one to wear on solo strolls through the rain within Everywhere droplets, streaked windows, strings of pearls of rose-colored glass still tinted cats on fences meow everywhere and lovers kiss in silhouette beneath beachball moons while wonderfully-arced melodies play when the rain begins to fall that night, I - without a hat - feel the need to retire who'd have known? Chagall 2020
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Never lose a child's sense of wonder and discovery. Revel in life and the air that you breathe. Ponder that we are at all. Live to live. Peace. Love. You. Me. We cc:CC 2020
In puddles I see bubble rainbows, rainy autumn day droplets gather and sputter down the run of my gutter to the spout where out come slick sleeves of gold orange leaves, these ride the tiny waves downhill And I, like the rain (like my heart), am a steady patter on the tin roof, on the tent flap, the storm out at sea that brings wild salted air, invigorates the Fall and the fallen And I shall name her Hope Hope smells like Autumn air Each morning I seek Hope Early sun is everywhere I am the Autumn air Perhaps I should name her Autumn Strange, how Autumn smells like I remember Hope cc:CC 2020
I withdrew a beautiful chunk of dream from the bag, enough for two for a week cc:CC 2020
I push the thought until there are no words perish the sound except for birds in flight, not ever to alight not even once You never turn to see that I wave every day that you leave Chagall 2020
in a world of proctologists all is ass-backwards go analyze that Chagall 2020
Another's sadness makes me so sad Chagall 2020
how fluidly the flow shifts one day a single mamba dances before there was hyphen-nineteen anything whirlybirds, how easily mandalas fold fingers are supplicants to the mind and heart and should only do good be good, chew nice give Mother Gaia a hug, rub her back old Mackey is back in town... Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry Chagall 2020
In this stark starlight beneath brightly shone moonbeams sing we nightingales Chagall 2020
words that inspire instill in us inspiration - hope... grow soft petals one-by-one in beautiful fractals we compose only to unravel just the same we cling to notions otherwise: a reared head I yearn for earnest lopsided grins, even though I have never seen one have I been alone all along up and down this trail it's never been more dusty than now Chagall 2020
