Concrete and heat,
Sneakered feet on tar,
Stepping on a melted candy bar,
Gravel on the street,
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me-
That is my dream!
Sweetest love, I do not go,
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me;
But since that I
Must die at last, 'tis best
To use myself in jest
Thus by feign'd deaths to die.
Yesternight the sun went hence,
1 Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ...
2 Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ...
3 Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient ...
4 Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,
5 But nothing happens.
6 Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire.
7 Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.
What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.
He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river:
The limpid water turbidly ran,
cobalt skies, sun
and redbird songs we missed
when flowers are back, so fragrant
and dreamy butterflies waft in splendor
in budding days of renewal.
the clouds were charcoal
with deep azure peeking through
sun and mists clashing
surprised, eyes turned to the skies
on the path of blooms
ever changing days
what we knew gone suddenly
Deepest darkest reds
crimson guest in the roses
of the same rich hue.
Flowers and plumed cardinal
interact through scents and song.
Vivid green summer
showers gold on scarlet lane-
Bush concert at my window
Hello, says the sun, with his bright, warm smile,
Leap frogs are jumping in the cool, green river,
As red robin flies past singing, for many a mile,
And the cool morning breezes, make me shiver.
Good morning, blue sky, where fluffy clouds flit!
Yellow butterflies will be soaring all the day long,
Around and around this beautiful, green planet,
Where violet birds sing the good morning songs.
a hot day, white light
lime green leaves and roses gleam
in the starlight phase
with its fierce glare everywhere
except long shadows
captives of white heat
as sun shows its true colors