this is the day

morning light awakens colours stretching, avoiding the shadows of deep spells

poppies poppies

that night the sea called to her in its wild fury

a rage she felt as surf roared in endless breaking waves

ankle deep at first it dragged her further into the turmoil

matching her mindset of reckless abandonment, she cared not

a sorrow shed when her seventh tear joined the surging waves

walking deeper, a swirling passage between hidden rocks where a seal observed her

gathered her tears, sweeping her towards shore

a shimmer of bioluminescence

carrying her from the dark waters, a savior, a choice

leaving the sea

staying with her through the night and into forever

as the yarrow starts to bloom again i follow the deer path

through the century of cottonwoods and willows along the lake

days float like milkweed seeds just beyond my grasp

silence is elusive now i must walk with the deer at the edges of twilight

ever watchful silver sage lines my heart chambers beating wildly

not in sync warblers warn flying back to a simpler peace

the way it used to be finding you in ancient oaks still standing

clouds spill clouding your reflection but i see you

an apparition, a whisper in the wild, traces of love

days shimmer iridescent heat with the lustre of grandma’s pearls

hand-knotted to summer, waves lap nostalgic, to be carefree

where a cerulean sky matches the sea with delphinium and larkspur sighing blues

we walk backwards through sugar sand as time slows

into kokomo summer songs sipped with mai tai sunsets

my favorite month, a twirl of 30 aquamarine days in a song

that stretches into moon shadows following you into dreams

a slow dance

i understand your discretionary distance from this rogue earth

apogee seems to

create more space though i still see you

a mere micro moon yet you still shimmer with the magic of

a may blue moon

resplendent in rising above the ills and greed of a planet seeking to spread its demons to you

i wish on the first star tonight that you maintain your mystery always to be gazed upon with love and awe

good night, moon

the direction that the wind blows

will scatter us like dandelion seeds along the river

or perhaps some to the purple thistle patch

our destinies tied together by wind currents that flux

with our every exhale, we tumble not knowing where we will end up

together is not guaranteed in a whirlwind or the dry sting of a dust devil

maybe the coolness of a waterspout could hold us

in aquamarine bliss one with the tides and eternity of waves

could you hear my voice over the whale songs and ocean murmurs

i will know you with every sense that survives the imperfection of this world

the scintillation of our words signal a faint hope

peachy

it dawned golden halos illuminated with may vibes

the peach tree shimmered

an orange glow distilled from nectar within, released with a bite

juice of sun grown sweetness and a flavor bomb of pure peachyness

i lead you to it, a treasure shared how can such a simple thing overwhelm the senses

kiss me and taste it

a feeling of saturation of unadulterated flavor, of belief that love can still grow in an arid climate and i just have to reach for it, bending the boughs

peaches rescue us

i felt the air change as blue grey clouds billowed unfurling torrents

to tantalize me with exhales of wind carrying basil and rosemary

rumbling thunder playing a tympanic tune through me craving the fresh rush of rain

streaming on my shoulders shimmering on braided hair

rinsing away the dust of dry months without you

trembling now in the electricity of lightning moments

holding each other alive in hope tease me with the freshness of white gardenias and jasmine

we bloom again

when sunshine blossoms

barking dogs and bright colours

need to fade into the muted watercolours of our hide from the world spot beneath

the weeping willow tree

i wish to unverify my identity and disappear deep in may meadows

violets and lilacs breathe lavender peace, the quiet of a kiss, uninterrupted, unreachable

except for you, just us

flower moon power

another gardenia blooms

intoxicating

i wait for rain, parched dewdrops disappear with dawn

sunlight opens orange nasturtiums nurtured with love from the old blue watering can

days run into each other, overlapping cobalt skies into the diamond hardened onyx night

my rocker creaks on the wooden porch to the music of wind blown songs

a night bird’s repetitive call mixes with the gardenia scent yearning

waiting for rain, waiting for you

aquamarine bliss

a breath, salt life renewal

ripples through the soul

ocean surf rolls in

the freedom of wave jumping

find sea stars and pearls

i taste the sea on your lips

sugar sand between our toes