A Winter's Sleep

I try to be still in this winter in the chilly promise of new song but I am dreaming of Spring of new growth and apple blossoms I am dreaming of the verticality of lush greens but reality is stark and bare devoid of warmth encaptured in a cold clear vision of a life devoid of leaves to be still in the darkness to celebrate the lack of light to see beauty where the patterns are stern, gray, austere still lifes this is the quest for those who slumber beneath the dreaming tree waiting...waiting...waiting for signs of life

and for sweet dreams ...

and for sweet dreams
might I recommend
something in blue
to float you along
above the moon
afterall who needs
to breathe
the purest air
when a touch of gray
inspires the mind
and for sweet dreams
I invite you
to dance into green
where the light cast shades
from spring bud to hunter
it is within this spectrum
of juliped oxygen
the spirit learns to
exhale the beasts
and inhale the rhythm
and for sweet dreams
I coyly beckon
into the realm of white
a pair of downy swans
for graceful movement
we all know the purest forms
of well ordered madness
waltzes one down the rabbit hole
into the clouds
where the
muses pour
mutli-hued stardust
to propel the dreamers
who sing the seekers
into a lullabied state
...the poets call night

Appalachian Song

 

Blue roses from the moon
lightenin in a jar
ladies in a slipper
stories in a star

Red roses from the backroads
song in the pines
fireflies in the valley
magic in the thyme

yellow roses from the mountain
tears in the shine
memories from a stranger
poetry in the vines


pink roses from a meadow
petals in the vale
music in a rainbow
faeries in a bell

Blue roses from the moon
whispers in the breeze
secrets in the moonshine
scattered in the seeds.

And these new roads are solitary
the company that I seek is not
a someone
rather
me
alone
with nothing but
my thoughts
and the
sun
and the
stars
my journey
belongs
to no one
who I am
becoming
is between
me and the
moon
the north  wind
and
the night song

Alabama Absolution: unquenchable

Alabama Absolution: unquenchable

Process

I wanna whisper somethin

 sweet in your ear

 Something that starts

 a different kind of beat
        that stirs your blood
 I want to feel divine expectation
 suspended in liquid heat.
 I want to taste the salt
       that slips down your back
 and trickles from
the
    tips
       of
my fingers
 only to find its' way
 to waiting lips.
I wanna hear the sound

that orginates

when cool jazz

meets southern fire.

 In other words

I wanna be bathed

     in

       the 

steam

we create.

..

unquenchable

there is a slow turning

of

the

      inside out

revealing more than

the naked

eye

could

  ever

     see

and just like a sloe gin fizz

on a hot Summer's Day

I find

  my unquenchable thirst

     momentarily

appeased