Summer’s Wonder

In simple minutes I was drawn to you,

a walk, a stroll – complimentary blue.

If told to find the cloud in this sweet sky,

One might imagine naysayers do cry.

Soak in an energy drives home our soul

Believe in the elegance in a summer whole.

I do dance in the steaming heat of victory,

to know that Grace offers my humanity.

Oh to wonder the how and why of a universal

atmosphere we could stand to embrace all

Spring Serenade – Sonnet

The wisp is cool in striking sunlight sweet

A daffodil, a tulip screams the soil new

Bicycles, sweatshirts, hazy neighbors greet

A lightness in fresh atmosphere in view.

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Shed the dried up, cancerous arctic skin

Where shelter became sweet easily drawn

Inside play feverish calculate kin

Surround ourselves in a warm winter yawn.

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Begin her coo ritualistic dove

Feel energy delight in mind at ease

Arouse together humanistic love

In summer’s heat an early toss in tease.

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In solstice we regard life bountiful

In time in Grace optimism in whole.

Speaking of Language

I know that when I looked at you,

a new interpretation of purpose popped into mind.

I suppose it was the color of your hair,

the manner by which you tilted your head,

how the afternoon sun might light up your eyes.

I wondered about our lives,

where we are,

how soon we can come to realize,

everyone crosses paths with that notion of

satisfying their own definition of ambience.

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Listen to the beat as we travel together,

sweep across the tiles,

our feet in unison, our bodies melting

to the rhythm of a Latino cadence,

such that gives our soul the freedom to fly.

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A novelty is the delight when found in sync

we desire the same,

recognize the brilliance of admiration,

knowing ours is one we share,

contains the many years of hope and desire,

that compassion that the first time I saw you,

the sunlight suggested I do love you.

Sadly Reflective Horizons

Sunlight streams really occur, in fashion

Shant we deny views that delight humans

Said orb of mystique meets satisfaction

Smiles are a better scene, quiet factions.

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Across blue pastel we color sweet soul

Among people we love; we might dispel

Actual love soothes rampant body whole

Ask of peace, and nature may cast a spell

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Delight in the day, let us run astray

Decisions being made, shadows do call

Decadent soul wild reveal sad delay

Determined fortitude inspires recall

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Little did we imagine when waking

Yeoman’s belief would speak a forsaking

 

Morning Solace

When wake of day the sunlit rays cause a stir

we might know the beauty of another may.

When soul do cross path, we might register

a new sort of peace, a kindly takeaway

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We do welcome the light of day with hope

a happiness may speak volumes so near

to the heart of that which creates our slope

where descend or rise we might commandeer.

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while soft the fever of the mourning leaves

the mind to gently wander near to bask

in gentle storms, without wallow she grieves

that very night where he may leave his mask

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Sweet the eyes of a waking day might release

Chance pheromone albeit, a lasting peace.

Chosen Fog

A certain peace

a shallow view

misty rain waits

under a cloud of misconception

Unless of course we walk right through.

The bold imagination

a stark contrast to indecision

truly a wonder it might be

to wallow in the atmospheric velvet

of a morning sunlight

just beyond our reach.

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Play in the mud,

feel the earth seeping,

wet, grainy, aftermath

that cling,

soft mettled reaction

to what just occurred,

what reminders we might have,

to walk away with soiled

naked toes.

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On a clear day,

an energy pulls upon

our inner soul,

asking us, begging to be free

inside the sunlight’s wondrous

brilliance,

the heat that eats away any

foreboden aftermath

of conscious gravy.

The light only shines

enough to offer a solace.

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On a journey in the morning,

wetlands teeming with nature’s truth

a slow cloudy mist,

a photographer’s dream

like a droplet of poured paint

on virtual canvas.

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I did wonder of the isolation,

and hoped the truth might lie

in only the recognition

rather than my disappearing dreams

Constant Simplicity

Rather than exhausting energy

quiet the mind at sunrise,

a day of relaxation

to gather in the threads

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Of a puzzle of fabric

holding trees together,

only meant for a tired body

to swing, to lounge, to nap

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Under a streaming light’s presence,

without a worry on our mind,

except to look at life naturally.

We do give ourselves a panic,

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A need to understand,

to fix, to change, to validate,

when really all we can do,

is be who we are in the moment.

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Rather than try to figure out

the laws of human nature,

might we instead sit down

for a minute of leisure.

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I wanted to tell you again

how much I miss your smile,

your words, your wisdom

are all fond memory today.

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If today the pavement

my feet caress for miles,

may that be my only stress,

carry the mind along for the ride.