Scenes from the Blue Garden: part 10

Grass flowers

  

I spy outside my window

a tiny bird simply sitting there

without a worry or a care

so still the little sparrow be

amidst the fallen blades of green

and as I spy so too does he

upon his world of fallen green

the newly turned darkened dirt

wet with rain and freshly sown seed

so strange this moment

I share with the little bird

as we both pause without a word

to simply stop in life's busy hours

and remember the stand of grass flowers

it once ran from fence to fence

and bellowed waves with the winds

and sparkled in the dawning rays

harboring a multitude of residents

the rains spawned fungi spore

as I found tiny mushrooms

and too the many clover blooms

which claimed the land as "ours"

under dancing stems of grass flowers 

the reach tempted me to tarry there

as the tiny bird without a care

and laid me down amidst the stand

to listen close to the grassy prayer 

Jargon jaunting: part 'cept for

ignore who wore
the crowns and scepters

look more to your
own frowning specters

a past in class
of "look-down" receptors

the caste amassed
in surrounding sectors

'cept for...
'cept for...
the squalling lector

'cept for...
'cept for...
the call of nectar

implore the cores
of all defectors

restore and shore,
enthrall protectors

deplore the lore
of pol directors

explore, care for,
above all, connectors

'cept for...
'cept for...
the gall in vectors

'cept for...
'cept for...
the thrall of scepters

May pull

it stands behind the house

with arms full of green hands

and dances with those winds

that bring the clouds to earth

dance partners they may be

in overcasts and humid shade

both letting go inhibitions

as they flow through each other

the wind releasing wet breath

an essence of stirring kiss

the tree releasing paddled seeds

promises spinning in the breezy sea

in the multitudes they set sail

from the arms full of green hands

to twirl and spin and float and fall

and fill the grass with whirlwind wings