Warbling Birds
Warbling birds In the trees near the Mosque Under a grey dawn sky Beholding rise of day For a gentle phrase to say I look into the songs of the birds But there,… Continue reading
Warbling birds In the trees near the Mosque Under a grey dawn sky Beholding rise of day For a gentle phrase to say I look into the songs of the birds But there,… Continue reading
A grey day and Joni Mitchell morning Ladies of the Canyon And you always come to mind With your tresses in the wind And your hash pipes puffing How long ago it all… Continue reading
The Valentine silent and unseen The one long-lived with me I take it now out of its gilded box Built by time with tears for locks Handmade with skill and polished by heart… Continue reading
I wrote a poem And then I don’t believe I cried O this is not a good way To begin a cloudy day I will look for distraction Some hard labor to do… Continue reading
All useless Puffs of dust thrown From a flick of the hand The straying of wild wind A crush of smothering flowers Every effort Drowned at the start A matchtip flare in the… Continue reading
Let’s go drink some cloud wine Stirred by sunset, ripe by time Take this eager hand of mine And we’ll get high on juice of life Elixers made of dark and shine Lets… Continue reading