Hope and Courage

How can this hand of lowely me,
compete with the baby blue and pink of you?
An October wonder soft across a dusky mountainus sky.
Hold me close beloved, clear my fears of tears.
Awash my thoughts to a palette of more than hope.
Focus me to true- knees weak, I trumble.
In looking through these eyes- so easy to be humble.
Dear sweet Earth and Sky, you kiss lowly me.
That with trimbling hand points brush to canvas,
says courge can, if but in a small way be free.

Shangrila

Oh sweet early morning haze,
with gray-green moutain tops anew.
The rising of thy sweetheart smiles,
where yellow dry grasses wave,
as your scourching Summer's kisses cool.
Geese flock now, in arrows for their journey near-
Redwing blackbirds, Meadowlarks,
their words spoken, I hear.
Gentle breeze, soft lips touch my cheek,
soul alive, smiling now- here clear water flows.
Ah, this place, this lovely Highland Creek.

Mea Culpa

This November day,
as the first blanket of icy white fades,
in your warm kiss-
The texture of softness, blue,
white with gray moves east in Autumn's bliss-
Sensual trees and grasses dip and sway,
time flows-this day! this day!
Birds flit and fly on wing,
so close within your ark.
Across the field sings black bibbed yellow meadow lark.
There a painted pinto pony grazes,
head down, tresses curl, fold and flips-
Leaves sprint and sprawl,
at your sweet breathy lips.
A gift given to lowly me, to see,
to hear, taste and touch your wonderest majesty.
Your hand consistent on me,
this restless quill pointed to your will.
So good to me, so good to me,
when I loved you not, you loved me still-
on this November's rainy day,
I stoke the fire to warm the chill.

For Those Who Know

You are spots and dots my dappled friend,
a perfect black diamond at your peak.
Love is all you give me. Love is all I seek.
We walk this road together, you always at my side.
Astride we stroll, our footfalls a rhymic rhythem glide.
Life springs green through Summer's dust, Autumn's leaves-
the white of Winter's snow.
To time of days and weeks, through months and years we go.
May the loyality in me, match the nobility of you-
You on your four feet, me on my two.

Walking the Plank

Help me! Help me Lord be, why-what you want me to be?
Help me! Help me Lord, be why-what you want me to be.
Day and night fold into a sea of infinite possibility.
Lest I forget your love for me,
this lowly pawn free, not free.
Most loved literate load lo-
fervent passions roam, gig my heart to place.
Stars flow-spin, whorl through day and night of here.
Come close my love, propel propine,
your kiss of life so dear.
Mair, major majesty, mair.
A thousands arrows cast,
missing the mirky mark.
This bent shaft honed true reason to you in sooth.
A humble poet's head and heart pointed,
looking for the truth.