#juniper journal's

Morning blush matching Sunrise staccato stumbling Word over word spoken Slumbering, feeling awoken

Why does the meadowlark southward flee? Is there a threat no one else can see? Why does my heart beat thusly, so? Is there a reason for it to glow?

Midday midsummer dreaming Tree-topped sap flow beaming Brighter fighter, son, burn lighter Heart burst, starburst – I admire

Bloodrush heart beat Stay cool in this heat Birds fly; I try You speak; I sigh

Why can’t I decipher the border Where friendship and more find their order What is love reciprocated? A koan to master, thought meditated

Sun-burnt or heart hurt I’m blushing at your shirt Is this conversation or a flirt Same direction walking, laughs blurt – out

Am I juggling or bumbling summer-sun colored lout Will I be resolute and stout Should summer end, days end, this bend end – pout Shout to the skies I will not be without – them

Fidgeting at my hem Unsure of what or when How did this blossom come from the stem? Too much sun and tears to grow and condemn – me

Reddish hue, on cue, turned sunrise-suprise to see Yellow-gold in the wind, amber waves of grain – free Flitted heart, start again, in time for this July-ibation, imbibation by the sea Only a fool will miss-step these stairs, prepares better than me – anyways

Faster than the autumn leaf falls in windswept sways Swifter than the passing days Glowing brighter than the highest praise What foolish, flippant heart to succumb in simplest ways

Infinite, the realms of imaginations That exist with our own domains Masters of those creations – Our creations – What breath we allow to be exhaled Beauty is found In the honest And raw And ugly And magical And most frightful Of ways

My words to you Appear profound And I the speaker Am allowed to sound

Intelligence is often in the eye Not the mind Not that I mind Attention of that kind

How long will I linger at your side An amusement What brevity or relief Does my company impart to have come and went

Hot sun Shogun Lord of body And light

Cool breeze Through trees Shadow cast haughty Over all within sight

No clouds Allowed Castle of sticks shoddy Beaten to death to prove might

Prosperity blooms in the garden Like a poison most medicinal indeed In response to the world; don’t harden Look to your neighbor in times of need

Next to hemlock is hope, just as deadly Take respite and smell the roses Noxious as they are, supposes– That something else is at work amongst this medley

Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor When mixing toxins to make tea If you steep it right you will be– Okay. And if you fail, speak with Inquisitor

What else will you plant next to nightshade Cast about like the scattered sunset shadows

Wade through the floodgate waters you weep – for the garden is as it goes