May I Never Cease To Wonder
May I never cease to wonder:
At the cascading crystal blue waters
Of the waterfall; at each new dawn's
Sweet sunbursts of flesh pink magic.
Winter's Last Rose
Winter's last rose; rose of regret:
O how once your radiant beauty
Shimmered in summer's potent hour.
Now your faded petals offer,
These Days 3
These days, everyone seems distracted by their
Portable universes; their cool, handheld phones.
Nobody seems inclined to engage or converse
With anyone else. O what a sad state of affairs!
A Lament For The Slow Death Of The 1960's Counter Culture
O you were once wild and beautiful
When summer's rays reclined in your hair
And your Being blazed in valleys and hills.
O you were a force so vital and rare
The cold marble is caressed with fiery grace;
In sculpted textures of figurative skin.
She holds the body lost in grief's solemn place.
She cradles Him as though he was a child still.