Saiom Shriver Quotes
Bursting blooms of bluebonnet to the sun sing silent sonnets.. A beetlebored bamboo flute.. Yonder wind plays upon it
Hawaiian breadfruit... shed your Joseph's coat of many colors.. your 1000 panes of stained glass mosaic.. and become 10,000 breadfruit trees
The bee Hector needs no lector to read him the sector where blooms of great nectar pour forth fragrance in vectors
He has changed. He has grown No longer bud but Love Fullblown....
The trees of life randomly grow but the graves of Arlington are set in rows.
When God's green grows it's rarely in rows .. Awry the rye rises .. unruly the rose.
A jade curtain of willow fronds parts world of green earth from that of blue pond A grey curtain of morning mist separates turquoise waters from blue sky A more slender veil is at the portal hiding the paradise of the immortal.
Love, not force, rides the horse.
As the longfingered sun reaches out to touch a cloistered trillium or a lake trembles in the light of moon and stars so can a poet's long rainbow of words play our heartstrings from afar.
The sun wears no dark glasses. He has nothing to hide and is not threatened by his own light.