nature

For the Birds

The birds sing to me each day,

Goading me to, “Come, make hay!”

Coaxing me toward a shift

Reminding me, ’tis all a gift

Crimson Leaves

All the crimson leaves are gone,

And all my wishes fallen

Guess it’s been a long time since

I’ve heard your music callin

My ship to a distant shore

Guess this girl don’t sail no more

For the wind that took the leaves

Turned my sails to different seas

Dolly Moon (4)

Now, where is that Dolly Moon?

She’s to pass by my bedroom

And cast a silvery, calming glow

As pure as white and cool as snow

Nevermore

I’ll write a song called Nevermore,

And travel to a distant shore.

I’ll carve it into stone by runes,

Under a bone-white winter’s moon.

And when my body meets the coal,

You may yet find my treasured soul.

Face

Of noble leaves and mystic orbs

And lines that I might trace,

You needn’t say another word,

I’ve read it on your face

A Winter’s Poem

It seems these trees, chilled to the bone,

Leave us to fare winter alone

But deep within, where work is done,

Each branch is vital as the sun

For one is the whole, and whole of the hive,

When we retreat, we are most alive

Begin Again

I’ll write a song called Begin Again

Non in eadem

Each verse, in truth, will be a bridge

Leading past the horizon’s ridge

And by Apollo’s homily,

Won’t life hum with transcendency

Adhaereo Virtuti

I’ll write a song called Virtuti

From all the words you’ve given me

I’ll pour them into rocks, like veins

And place them back from whence we came

And by the moon’s fair gravity

Your words will ring true from the sea

Flutterby

I’ll write a song called Flutterby

With words that dip low, then swing high

Along a staff of golden rays,

Our clumsy cares will cast away

And when our timid souls take flight,

We’ll coast in the candescent light

Serendipity (1)

Serendipity

The very word born of the sea

Has poured herself into my being

And guides by virtue of foreseeing