Friday, April 21, 2017


Mind, time, distillate
Turned upon itself:
Futures seek pasts,
Petals, constellated
Light, galactic dawn
And earth to raise
A flower on.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Unceasing Surprise

I have felt rain
Resume, light
On plume and
Bearded fall.
Iris calls sunshine
And shower 
Alike in cosmic 
Whispers I scarcely
Hear at all.