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
Sun-gold Island
I dream the gleam of your vanilla days
of coral sun and sea-flame spray
of turquoise surf in crescent bays
I dream the burst of wild orchids’ bloom
the rivers’ rush, the jungle tangle of bamboo
I dream the blue mist skies
and whisper wind of cinnamon nights
with air cane-sweet
and pineapple-ripe
Sun-gold Island
you call and my heart takes flight
to the green of your mountain steeps
that tumble to the sea
where trade winds sigh their tropic spell
of vanilla days and cinnamon nights
#Jamaica #NaturePoetry #TropicsandPoetry
All day long the slow sun burning bled
Upon the southern sea. Waves rammed red
Bulldozers racing down the battered beach
As far as tyrant tide could time-clock reach.
But came a change of tide and night’s star-rise
Made flameless fire the ocean’s new disguise.
In wonder-stroll, cliff-high, we saw how red
Became electric white, the crests below
Alight with foaming phosphorescent glow.
Steel-bright, in luminous runs, long spears
Broke silver-black, a thousand chandeliers
Fell, crashing crystal dark upon a row
Of sandpools melting into receding tow
Of sea’s erupting glass. Now high, now low,
Quicksilvered night cascaded, wild and free,
When water lightning struck the southern sea.
#SeaPhosphorescence #SeaPoem #NaturePoem #SummerPoem
It’s so quiet….
Early morning’s buffered light
taps softly against the peace.
Soon the full sun
will stretch from its own
satisfied sleep and burst forth—
all relentless energy
read to spend its glory
extravagantly upon the world.
But, for the moment, now
soothing soft, new-borning morning
whispers lovely songs:
little treasures to store against
the vibrant dim ends of day.
#MeditationPoetry