The View From My Back Door

The glow of silver trees against blue skies; against a deeper royal blue allies as snow now blankets each and every limb with loving care, their mother covers them. The trees so loved by nature’s wintry blast it seems some artist covers to contrast. Her richest blue encircles icy trim with loving care, their mother…

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The Spider Woman’s Waltz

“The Spider Woman’s Waltz” She dances in my head as in a dream and raven are her eyes as onyx blown. As Autumn steps into her bleaker scene chill mist is in the air; cold-to-the-bone. “Oh, waltz with me”, said she; “Our time is brief and through the hills and valleys, dancing, go! I’ll bind…

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Life’s a Beach

“Life’s a Beach” Hello, you hula-skirted palm tree’s sway. I hear a ukulele’s wistful song. It’s borne upon the breeze that floats my way as shiny shells in water roll along. The scent of seaweed and the cry of gull beneath the yellow sun that glistens where the rushing waves of water stir my soul.…

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“Love is Blind on Such a Night”

“Love is Blind on Such a Night” Was on a summer solstice such as this when drunk with idleness, old Bottom napped. Awakened then, his new reflection kissed two donkey ears, a toothy grin, a sap! “Hee haw!”_ a screech, as his reflection frowns but through the eyes of love, Titania sees our hero, Bottom,…

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Botticelli’s ‘Allegory of Spring’

Botticelli’s ‘Allegory of Spring’ The painter’s brush gives voice to Greece and Rome: Poliziano’s poems depict just how the pagan, Venus, with her loving om now stands with Cupid’s arrow over brow. When Zephyrus germinates his girl with air then gentle Flora has her flowered fling; inseminates imaginings so fair that airily her vines awake…

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Communication

Habitual, at end of day he comes to talk. His dark, brown eyes are piercing me: “I’m ready for my lesson, please.” And, so, our game begins. I mouth the dark, black, circled ‘ohm’. Inspired, the terrier in him ‘tempts guttural with teeth and tongue He must repeat, now, what he hears yet issues forth…

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Aubade

“Aubade”  Bright dawn, aglow with rosy blush-ablaze appears our dainty bride; a powdered fey. She blows a fairy dewdrop stormy maze that plays o’er misty flowers blissful sway. This sparkling day sends light to kiss the face of groom who grows beneath the shadows low. She blooms a brilliant hue; a purple grace as beds…

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