Myth-laced lunar light,
infuse long summer days
with magic and romance
a’glee in joyous play.
Wild fantasy takes flight
above earth’s rule-bound maze.
Passionate heat-soaked night awaits.
Waves of windblown flowers blooming
Scent enlivens sense to peak
Warm, warm breeze and rivers flowing
Endless miles running free
Let summer magick build up steam,
simmer into thrills supreme
‘Tis season raised to rejuvenation
So play on …
Song of Sun and Earth
Driving beat of nature’s grand
Beautiful child, enrapt in wonder
cradles a ball of ladybug colors
swaying to music, smiling to play
growing through summer’s most perfect day
… movin’ into summer
Wind plays in cloud formation.
Drift into deep elation.
blossoms to a
sending out, sending out, sending out
reflected through summer skies.
New esprit conjures a story.
Fantasy and careless
fling into tall grass,
fruit full trees, languid leaves.
Ebullient sunshine warms
The tale unwinds in brightly
high jinxed gypsy comedies
of breezy, dimpled romance.
In silken perfumes bathed,
Deign o dainty smile.
Laughter bubbles out,
bursts. Minstrel raucous flames
fill summer eves’
glistening fairy light
Tell a rollicking tale,
we demand of the piper.
We have paid all the long
seasons of darkness.
It is time to reap an early harvest
of rapture dancing to dawn.
Like a warm evening on the beach, all woozy from sunshine.
Tingle of sea breeze, that ocean scent of the wild.
As the sun recedes, cooling, refreshing, yet still a lazy summer eve.
Oh that luscious feeling, that overflow of quiet release.
In and out of sleepy reverie, so gently washing through pools, reservoirs
Like a sweet warm breath caressing.
We give what we can; we take what we need.
Marching, in orderly fashion.
Or beatifically walking to a sacred beat.
The horizon shifts through daily duties, nightly prayers.
We take what we can. We give.
Without edict, without rational equation,
we give each outward breath, and take in what is given.
Like a happy inspiration, song springing from memory to lip,
moving the fortunate mind into momentary ecstasy of accord.
Moments meant to linger, to haunt as loving ghostly guardian.
Wrapped in ethereal glow of grace’s reward.
Summoning iridescent spirits to play joyfully,
Like the words we tell ourselves to bring us peace.
Singing to the Chorus
Days numbered by barbarians.
Travelers rush in to conquer.
Taken to a longer view,
tumbling through the ages ~
Sundials exchange for
binary spiders click-clock,
tabulating the enormous summary,
what has gone before.
The reality of childhood, striving creatures
pull upward from bootie straps,
scrambling for a place in the pile
near enough to top
that derision, pouring downward,
obliges them to only the fiercest of Lords.
Merry tots spend fallen pocket-change of
dollars flowing upward.
Old games reign under the big top.
Solemn children throw glass stones from circus stands,
bet on which clown will full face as disaster.
Speak in tongues of evil, o’ my children.
Church Fathers swear to the blackened sky;
cold, withered Mums hope for a crust
of noblesse oblige.
Evil is the providence of Satan,
cloven-hoofed, prancing in the circle’s
centerpoint, playing the pipes of Pan.
Oceans of blood boil.
Leading edges swelter, crisp into
In Summerland children play, frolic to
rollicking drums and reeds.
Naked under beaming Moon and starlight laughter,
merrily we act out tales well-loved by All.
The Moon is adrift in the wind above
our sheltering craft in the sea
and all the world of Summer is ours
to ride the fire, toast to the stars
sway with warm desire, open our hearts
create a Summer of Love
Celebration waves the streets, with drums,
lucid bells, a call to play
Carnival cheer brings heat to flame
Chants blend to sing with drinks and games
Grand gestures expand, to applaud such a day
fueled by smiling Sun
Of course you come to listen.
My tales tell your secrets.
Whispered primal code from vivid crystal.
Warmly floating on cool jazz,
intimate little garden party
‘midst harvests of simpler time.
Back from the rabbit hole.
Back from New York City, Boston,
Detroit, LA …
from always another backstabbing
Fog dense morning walking
along a rocky roadside,
unruly hair, distant eyes.
song singing hallelujahs,
place of play, haunted
by happy memories
Midsummer early twilight,
fairytales brought back from sleep.
Sprinting across that abyss,
tiny images, hungry ghosts.
No longer keeper of my brethren’s sorrows,
I don mischievous costume,
stamp out power, glory,
love gentle as a summer evening’s rain.
dandelions and clover,
bounty of Earth blooms in stories.
Listless children whine
“Why does no one let us play?”
A world of sullen children
overdue for naps and coddling,
blueberry jam at teatime.
delectable, potent, wise
in the ways of demons,
oracles, gypsy Queens,
ascend into sacred muse-ways.
Every day a new day,
standing ground against a grinding
down to profit’s dust.
It can’t be a secret
if nobody’s listening.
places in your mind
Each bounding leap more distant.
Inviting opulence, opening vistas