In summer garden
Surprise—petals fall
A rain of roses
Petal soft shower
Surprise in summer garden
A rain of roses
#AutumnPoetry
Brightly colored spinning tops
Daylong laughter and lollipops
Kite-high unanchored hopes
Scattered jacks and jumping ropes
Tangled town and touchstone
Bed and board and telephone
Battered heart and buttered bread
Folly, fear, and fountainhead
Tabletop tears or winner’s boast
Echoes drowning in tea and toast
Kaleidoscope and covenant
Mystic moment and monument
Run, fox, run geese! Run sheep, run!
Hear cry BARBAREE and the game is done.
#ChildhoodGames #Games #ChildhoodMemories
I know these massive cliffs
and sudden end of land
where water-green swells of ocean light
break roaring splendor
on the silent sands
I know the wonder
the awe
the wildness of the edge
and how the rocks strain forward
stare out like foxes toward the sea
their stone ferocity forever leashed
in immobility
#SeaCoastPoetry #NaturePoetry
Sounds of Summer slumbered
in the gold light valley
Sun-fire burned the glass-blue sky
Green hills drowsed
down to sparkling river’s edge
Nearby and far-off
silent trees with listening leaves
held hypnotic in the welded noon-power heat
Breathless and dream-drowned
the sounds of summer slept
in the gold light valley
I never knew how close
my ear had pressed to heaven
that day when sounding Summer slumbered
in the gold light valley
and I was seven
#SummerPoem #NaturePoem
Swing out and away,
Laugh and play,
It’s only a game
BUT
Never let go of the hand
My Brothers,
Or like meteors
We’ll go spinning
Hold on! Hold On!
#ChildhoodGames
Ambushed midway in an alien domain
Our thoughts reel, defenseless.
Into nightmare, rage of ruined world,
We fall
To writhe convulsed,
To gulp black gases,
To stare at hydrogen light with lidless eyes,
To sense at last the ultimate horror:
Not that we might die,
But that we might survive.
#Anti-NuclearArmaments
Never can too many songs be sung
and never can too many bells be rung
to honor a gentle, caring heart:
To be a friend is a special art
Hear the poem-sigh of night,
A lullaby
That floats its benediction
On the altar ear.
Dream what dreams you may
While the little summer-driven boats
Bloom with the rising moon.
#RiverPoetry
Trees bend to wind’s will
and clouds sail
racing the night’s full moon.
Leaf forms float on sea grass
a silent ballet
of shadow and light.
#PoetryandMoon
Here
In the cool by the river, rest.
The soft hours
Remembering
Croon
Gentle songs. A lullaby floats
Its benediction on the alter ear,
So dream what dreams you may.
See, the little summer-driven boats
Are blooming with the rising moon
Like dark flowers
On this nyanzaic lay.
#RiverPoetry