Once More

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Though the storm abated
when the morning sky expelled charcoal clouds
whose light sabers summoned guttural roars
that shook my sleeping soul,

I remain cautious with dread
as I collect branches broken before their time
and leaves scattered across the path
leading to my garden pelted by hail.

My senses await the portent
of yet more of heaven’s random wrath
while my bones prepare to rattle
at the mere hint of barometric shift.

Then you bring me coffee
and bid me to pause
for just a moment,
so you can read to me
today’s forecast of clear skies,
light breezes and
perhaps gentle rain.

And you assure me that
the modest wren shall sing once more.

Speaking of Clouds

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You are not the cirrus
wispy ice crystals
highest in the heavens
oblivious to earthly shadows and whispers

nsYou eschew the nimbostratus
shielding the heavens
with a gray blanket of great sadness
that darkens earthen hopes and dreams

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Neither are you the haughty cumulus
defending heaven’s gate with
threatening storms and floods
to earth oceans, forests and prairies

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No, I fancy you the stratocumulus
in the dawn of twilight surrender
infusing color and promise
and greeting all creatures with renewal and hope

For Richard

Koa, Unplugged

having a little fun . . . to be read out loud

 

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If you happen to encounter Koa,
he may erupt like Krakatoa!
Walkers with dogs are barking triggers.
Some runners also elicit tremendous vigor.

We think he was a pup abused,
that he was mistreated and his soul bruised.
He does not like big sticks as a rule,
and avoids water and our swimming pool

But a kind soul took pity on him
when he visited her back yard on a whim.
His rescue became our fortunate gift.
of a  gentle dog who always uplifts.

He greets us with “ah-roo-roo-roo”
and a wagging tail that wags his body too.
He acts like he’s the happiest boy
If only he knew –  he is our biggest joy.

Thus, there is no need for alarm.
His barking and howling conceal his charm.
He is affectionate and will lick you with glee
and protect you from every single enemy.

Inspired by my new friend, Barbara Ferguson . . . Thank you!

Tarry, Lady Aurora

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Just this once, Lady Aurora *
will you delay the banishment of the night’s coverings
of sleep sojourns and nocturnal secrets?

Delay your radiating of the sky heavens
with your infinite lumens that expose angles and circles
of our daily labors and mortality.

Let me tarry in this dawn ‘tween world
so I can still enjoy echo laughter of old friends
as their footfalls grace the trails of Tantalus. **

Let me savor the fading wafts of salty air
and hear the soft hissing of the Pacific Ocean
seeping into the sands of Kona. ***

Let me wake just enough to recognize the shadow
of my dreams though I live in your light world
while I simultaneously breathe sweet thoughts of fond times.

Then I shall be ready for your warmth, dear Lady
and gladly open my eyes to greet you in song
and rejoice in hopes you bring to this new day.

 *     Aurora is the Roman god of dawn who renews herself every morning and flies across the sky.

**   Tantalus is a wonderfully whimsical mountain on Oahu, Hawaii.  It is said to have been named after the Greek god who, always thirsty, was punished by being placed in a pool of water. When he tried to drink, the water receded.

*** Kona sands grace the west coast of the southernmost island in Hawaii.

Photo taken in the summer dawn in Harmony Park, Trophy Club, Texas.