Angels

we witness angels
as reflections of ourselves
in shattered mirrors

Orchards

these orchards green are bless-ed things
to be so jewelled in the spring
rubies dripping from the trees
inspire caresses of the bees
and with their gentle kisses tend
the petals that to them wend
submission to the passioned wings
bestowing to bees, bless-ed things

As Gods

have us speak of miracles
heaven’s whispers to the earth
reminders which the gods must tell
that we mortal souls have worth
beyond just pure devotion
is our flesh here to give
thus as deity’s invention
we are as gods to live.

Lips

a mind unsettled
longing for Arcadia
on her gentle lips

Alluvium

green iridescence
washed down from timeless mountains
to paint us Eden

Della Valle

what noble despair
inspired such quest for beauty
in lands lost to time

Mist

we were as the mist
when it revealed a morning
hidden in our dreams

Finale

the final words I shall bequest
will not be ones of sadness
nor will they bear regret
no eulogy on loss nor pain
those shall not be my last refrain
let the sorrowful forget…
…me
and I shall pen a last hurrah!
a toast to all both near and far
with gratitude hung on each line
for each had place within this time
of light before the dark, now due
thus with a smile I bid adieu.

Tomorrow’s Flowers

what is tomorrow
save the turn yet taken
on a path unfamiliar
in fragrant gardens known
there are flowers there
like those of yesterday,
and many may be similar
but some, yes some
are of a totally different hue.

Pyre

butterflies of flame
red and gold against the night
flying from the coals