I prefer a frog
that sings me to sleep in June
— before the sun goes down.
I prefer a frog
that sings me to sleep in June
— before the sun goes down.
smile of my desire
peeping into existence –
winter ice melting
those wild eyes delight
the sun alive in a dream
one red rose flowers
let a fragile kiss
wake the ice swelling river
fire into embers
ache for willing touch –
electricity charges,
bursting into bloom
quest of the hunter –
the ram and the ewe mating
ravishing summer
smile of my desire
peeping into existence –
winter ice melting
new year’s ice sets in
freezing days grow ever long
a daffodil thrusts
Blackout in Berlin
left to their own devices
anarchist power
heron feathers stand
icy current rushes past
words poised on paper
long night of winter
a dung beetle burrows deep
the crooked earth smiles
balsam firs weighed low
a snowshoe hare eating twigs
downwind, a red fox
snowdrops peeping through
the power of a bare oak
a bed of snowflakes
sipping the nectar
fragrance of painted lady —
a crab spider strikes
sodden leaves squelching—
wellingtons stride through puddles
heron undisturbed
River through city
Street lights burning like candles
Icing bus shelter
O to be Irish
Wild on wings of a story
Living in the rain
sandstorm approaching,
geckos hunting scorpions —
a restless moon shines
saltwater croc waits
a bird picking its teeth clean –
associate love
a monk chants the psalm
sonorous from temple’s drum —
cherry blossoms fall
perhaps an earthquake —
a butterfly tastes the wind
jellyfish abide
Jumping spider down
yearns to reinvigorate
a rain drop reflects
stock grazing grassland
cow pats baking, sun blazing
dung beetle rolls ball
toxic milkweed leaf
a caterpillar feeding —
synthesis unfolds