End of Gemini

Spring catches its breath

and Summer blows in

and the young grow fat

on young tender growth

while everything new unfurls

under suns that chase

the elusive wisps of clouds

buds break and blooms burst

changing a sea of green

into the diversity divinity 

has cherished for all eternity

and it is at this moment

in the encircling year's twist

the twins link their golden arms

to escort each other out

on some sultry solstice eve

Numbered crumbs

it may be just a one off

and often it is

but then a double take

and it's there

clear as day

a little token

just something 

to bring a smile to my face

a small reminder

a bread crumb

while I'm on this path

wandering through the woods

of shady oaks

that what is out there

isn't going anywhere

it's just tarrying on a cliff

waiting to take flight

and for now

the bread crumbs suffice

 

In passing

in the sight

in the slightest

moment of that sight

the shift of the world

pulled at its own gravity

a war for knights and kings

to surrender to

in the sight

brief passing and

momentary reflection

the world turned differently

the pavement turned around

turned slowly and suddenly

to give into

the sight

June scene

the hummingbird

made sure it was seen

when it flittered around 

the corner of the house

sure it could have been

a large butterfly

though it didn't

float like a leaf

caught in the breeze

sure it could have been

a piece of litter

though it didn't 

continue its drift

caught in the breeze

its movement and

direction was intentional

a suspended and grand display

floating in the glory

of the afternoon sun

 

Opening the booty box

I've dug through

the gold and the gems

for the true treasure

something to surrender

for the heaviness of it

is too much to carry

and the gods forbid 

to have and to hold

rather to have is

to be so bold 

in the eyes of the gods

for none of it is ours

all of it will fade

and flow back to origin

to the true ownership

that only inner divinity

can attempt to understand

Twister moon

flesh burns in

the afternoon sun

to meet the cool

blue moon later

in a stormy night

the sirens may

call out three 

or even four times

while spectators in

the neighborhood gaze

upward to the flashes

but we have already

smelled the rain

and felt the thunder

in our souls

it's time to let

the wind blow through

and take all our

expectations with it