Climbing Passion

passion in the dark

clinging tightly to the wall

later bearing fruit

Contain Her

March marches in
unpredictable cadence.
Hail the hail &
praise the rain’s reign
as it winds in the wind
and drops where it will.

Drought has a way
of making one obsess
about water, so rare these days
I’m compelled to capture
all I can and share with
resident flora and fauna
before summer’s sauna

Served on a half shell
and sold for a song
typically a

mocking bird’s
cover of a

popular tune

Caught closer to ground
a bluebird bidet
when the cat’s are away

on a far grander scale
dually sheltering friends
and providing sufficient

surface area to collect
for a garden yet untilled

la morte du lizard

killed but not consumed

sensless from my perspective

but not from my cat's

In the Dark

light of distant stars
made me smile when I was young
they tickle me still

Wrapped within
its frightening folds
there’s a certain
stark naked truth at night.
Under cover of darkness
life dances to different rhythms,
a stealthy, more real
cadence than accompanies the day

Gaia seems to soften
harsher realities
within the muted wavelengths
painting the night
with dark blue, gray and black

It is the time of predators
lying in wait, but also
of blossoms self-swaddled
recuperating from the rigors of light lunches

Perhaps an intrusion,
maybe in violation
of some unwritten rule
I challenge the dark
with flashes of light
stealing images
and beholding wonders --
terrible beauty --
stalking, killing
culling the weak
consuming rot and decay,
preening unseen,
and in command of darkness’ domain