q&a

wait! wait!
what's that?
how did ...?
why didn't ...?
how can ...?

the MOTHER
waits
for us
to give
her answers

birds

soaring,
swooping,
exploring,
looping,
diving,
driving,
minding,
buying time,
finding your mind,
rising to the flow
of where you want to go.

explore those hills and dales,
take another look
across that rushing brook
and you will find
things that you've only dreamed before,
just waiting
for you across the shore,
just waiting
for you to take the next step,
do not regret,
be bold,
be daring,
be free
to stand alone,
make your voice known,
shout out loud
as bold as you please
along the next falling breeze,
be proud
of who you are
standing from afar
for no other person alive
can make you thrive
at all that you can be seen
along the shores
of life's ever changing dream.

dawn's rising

my world is covered
in a blanket
of snow and ice.
a blanket
so thin
so fine
all colors
are faded,
all lines
are blurred
within my vision
and i am lost
and found
in the early morning's
light of today's dawning.

dandy dreams

i want to cover the lawns with dandelions.
do you remember the lupine lady?
well, i want to be the dandelion lady,
planting dandelion seeds
among the seas
of untouched kentucky bluegrass
so that every spring,
just as all the snow
has finally melted,
you'll see one dandy flower
and then two
and then three
and then four hundred more
all sharing their golden hues
with the bright light of an early spring morning,
just waiting
for someone to notice them.

a full picture

i have a flagrant disregard for directions.
structures are meant to fall
in my wake
and fecundity
is laid in waste
for the plethora
of the spirit.

too much
too many
everything
all
are my cornucopia of charms
in my gross abhorrence for things
too mild
to linger within
my copious plentitude of
gazillion
bagillion
points of my view.

pockets

i hold nothing
in my pockets
nothing
to hold me down
slow me down
place me into a spot
make me stop
i am free
as a bird
as light
as a feather
a small petal
of heather
too bold
to ignore
i go out
explore
the hedges
along the shore
wait along
the moor
where shadows fall
i come to call
my home
so far away
from where
i used to roam

a dandy creation

the weeds were talking, saying to themselves and others that it was time for a change, it was time for something new. this green was nice, truth be told it was better than nice, what with all these lovely shapes and sizes, but they wanted something different, perhaps something to thank the sun for all its rays would be nice, said one, or even a bit to thank the rain, said another.
for days they thought this over and made suggestions, and finally, a decision was made.
they would thank the sun and then the rain
early the next morning one of the greens decided to give it a try, and since she happened to be one of the ones with a bit of extra juice, she pushed and prodded all that extra up and up as far as it would go and then she pushed a little more, and a little more until each and every tiny tuft above was filled with the sap that once flowed within her stem, and when all of the tiny tufts were filled she let them burst open waiting for the sun to notice her newly formed petals. she waited until the sun had been up for a while, and then she tilted those tufts towards the bright light of the skies, tall and proud. when the sun's rays shown upon those tufts of sap filled petals the weed stood still soaking up the golden rays of the sun, and soon those tuffts shone a golden yellow, so bright and true that other weeds took notice, and they wanted to be as dandy as this weed was. and thus, the dandelion was made, and always the first to give thanks to the sun for its gift of warmth and light.