Day’s first light erupts
in chirps, coos, caws and cackles
nature’s alarm clock

She raises her head
and parts her silky lips to
receive the sky’s kiss

Happy Birthday to
creative inspiration
held in One Deep Breath

hidden underfoot
a hundred-mile labyrinth
home sweet home to ants

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Of wax, bees fashion
a structural masterpiece
brimming with sweetness

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a tower of cards
balancing on hope—one breath
and they all fall down

Babel’s descendents
condemned to find common ground
through body language

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no more room for me
the pebble lodged between us
became a boulder

childhood memories
stacked like rugged pine buckets
at the country fair

Having grown up in Maine, I have many fond memories of visiting the Common Ground Country Fair in Unity every autumn. As a kid, it was just plain fun to me, but to the organizers, it’s all about sharing knowledge on sustainable living; eating delicious, organic, Maine-grown food; buying and selling beautiful crafts and agricultural products; vying for prizes; contra-dancing; singing and having a great time. If you’re in the area on September 21, 22 & 23, stop by for a visit.

Pine needle fireworks
against a clear azur sky:
view from my hammock

*****

When grazing gazelles
escape the lions’ clutches,
hungry cubs must starve.

If only I could
lick the pain clean from your wounds
like a momma cat.

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Nourish them with love,
understanding, laughter, warmth
and just watch them grow!

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nurture or nature
an eternal pendulum
between thanks and blame

remedy against
every monster and nightmare:
sleep comes in mom’s bed

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Greek mythology
beleives red poppies surround
an ebony bed.
Morpheus paints sweet dreams while
I am cradled in his arms.

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eyelids wide open
8 anxious hours–the night of
an insomniac

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sweet butterfly sleep
refreshed and emerging from
my cocoon covers

My body kissed by
burning rays and chilling waves,
abrasive sand and
gentle breeze, in ecstasy,
I lick the salt from my lips.