Below my boot soles

 Poetry is ground water

A spring of fresh verse 

 

 With calmness it waits

Brilliantly unambitious 

Almost a secret

 Some clouds are weightless

Consumed by the sky's allure

Others spill to earth 

Anticipation 

 Gardening is a belief

In what is to come

It flies from the tree

Conferring a gorgeous song

Farewell or hello?

 Elegant gestures 

Poppies open - turn sunward

A bee stops to drink

 I am bound for home

Closer to the beginning

Just beyond the hill

Shall she hide her fears

On the highest closet shelf

Behind doubt and pain

After their lessons

Four boys meet in the plaza

To spin merry tops

New combinations

Notes played as never again

Thelonius Monk

a midnight terror

the sheet creased from the clenching

tears on the pillow

A surrounding heat

 The dog goes under the shed

Cicadas clicking

 I laugh at beauty

And its absurd miracles

Even as they die

 None can make true peace

Who do not hold it in heart

With enough to share

 Praise for the rotting

The bountiful detritus

Nourishment for more

Still shadows bereaved

Hats removed -  something spoken

Leaves fall on the grave

All the days holy

I will do without prelates

Birds lead my worship

 Colors bloom and fade

Greenness stays with conviction

The roots always fast

 if i were a law

i would want to be repealed

or broken at least

 Poems in the air

You can catch them in the breeze

Lest they drift away