I see myself in every park
Each sun-soaked leaf, and strip of bark
Each lover lain beneath a tree
Each sacred simplicity
nature
Stream
Inside of us, there lies a spring
A stream of life neverending
Deep divides and driest days
Cannot stymie the waterway
Dive inside—abandon dock
And, in time, you’ll cut through rock
His Private Garden
In his private garden,
He weeds and seeds and sows
Slowly and steadfastly
Hoping his flowers grow
In his private garden,
He plots and prunes and preens
Squarely and sure-footed
He is master of his dreams
In his private garden
Without fear or feign
A violet shared her colours
Blooming in the rain
Sunset
Her golden poison, our calming cure
She’s died for countless days
The only thing I know for sure:
The times I’ve looked away
Petrichor
I’ll write a song called Petrichor
With words you’ll swear you’ve heard before
I’ll dabble dew-drop harmonies
Into an earthy-bass reprise
And by its sweet saturation,
The sound will rise in ovation
I See Myself
I see myself on every street
Each pair of brightly sneakered feet
Each warm hand clasping onto love
Each bareboned branch trembling above
Spring
In steady silence, the sunrise sings
Light dances on a sparrow’s wing
The golden bells of tulips ring
Heralding the dawn of spring
Faeries
On my street, faeries abound
In dappled light, in trinkling sounds
They lick lollies of maple sap
And wear petals as dainty caps
Flora
How she loves to wink and tease
How she makes merry on the breeze
How she shares wisdom through the trees
How she accepts us each, with ease
Lar
The moon told me you’re never far
‘Tween who you’ll be, and who you are
Should you need rest, her door’s ajar
And she shall watch you, as a lar
malarky musings 