The door opens to hot sunshine
and yellow daisies sway near
red roses, where orange
butterfly sits in summer, as
blue jay sings jazz at noon,
and red robin joins the tune.
Squirrels scamper in the
sycamore trees, green sheen,
in sight of droopy willows,
......
I was awakened by the cuckoo
inexorably lusciously jeweled
and to a bobcat pantingly passing
enlivened ashton spirits
beauteous unfruitful rhythmic
respite
Ebony shadows on the ground, a torrid afternoon,
Butterflies in the luscious roses, pinks on orange,
Swift flight of clamorous crows, black on sapphire,
Off toward hued sunset, that sets the world on fire,
Mystical mountain meadows, wildflowers in mists,
With the bright future ahead, of still, golden spells,
Clouds on lustrous dawn skies, in sunrise lavender,
Varying the vibrant color by the hours, in summer.
Orange sunshine, pink butterflies, in dawn buds of hope-
Last night's rain has caused noon blooms in the fields!
Canaries are flying low in a season of scents and scenery;
And the moments are creeping, in response to sultry heat.
A day among varicolored dahlias, at the premiere of life,
As bees are buzzing for honey, at summertime's midlife.
Tall trees cast shimmering shade, all the green afternoon,
Amid life's colorful, lovely, eclectic sights and sounds.
Until delight and fragrance greet dreamy evening eyes,
And deep burgundy sunshine leaves with the butterflies!
......
Through corridors of summer, on a garden path I walk,
Along the way of the roses, in the season of spice.
As beauty crowds the senses, making heartbeats rapid,
The bushes and rose trellises appear so well crafted.
Every conceivable color is represented here elegantly,
Like an explosion of diamonds had caused them to be!
Day in and day out, the glorious garden sings summer;
And birds trill to the beat of the selfsame drummer.
The enormous undertaking of one who was mad for roses,
People draw from far and near to see the reds and peach.
......
I was awakened by the cuckoo
inexorably lusciously jeweled
and to a bobcat pantingly passing
enlivened ashton spirits
beauteous unfruitful rhythmic
respite
The door opens to hot sunshine
and yellow daisies sway near
red roses, where orange
butterfly sits in summer, as
blue jay sings jazz at noon,
and red robin joins the tune.
Squirrels scamper in the
sycamore trees, green sheen,
in sight of droopy willows,
......
I have an idiot inside me, who weeps,
who weeps and does not know,
who looks only at the light,
the light that does not know.
I have the child, the foolish child,
as if standing in God,
a god who knows nothing
but loving and weeping —
weeping through the nights
......
Mounting and mounting,
The mountaineer
at the mountain top mounts.
Heralding the irrevocable reality -
there is no ascension
at the mountain’s peak.
The gatherer gathers
all his greedy eyes can behold
......
It is not the body
that withers with time,
but the spirit within,
no longer stirred
by the simple joy of life.
Man dies not once,
but twice—
first in the body,
and then in memory,
......