just too hot
light makes new shadows
a fly buzzes lazily
still i hate myself
nothing of moment
butterfly in the garden
summer arriving
bent under sunshine
i watch the busy workers
toiling in this heat
accepting payment
the fruits they ripen slowly
promise of pleasure
each angle chosen
does not only change the view
it alters feeling
let us call the sky
more than a blue coverlet
it is our temple
love is a knowing
each of us takes the other
into our being
under this vast blue
sun dancing only for us
we find our true home
leaves shine in the sun
slow wind is almost not there
it is just too hot
ninetyone degrees
the number does not seem real
it is unblinking
we long for cool rain
the grass slowly turning brown
seems a grave warning
Here an old mill-pond,
a frog jumps in from the shore;
water exploding.
Water in stillness,
amphibian's swift entry:
silence is broken.
Even in my home
surrounded by my people
I long for my home.
name it and it forms
spring light and shadow give shape
to newer monsters
again and again
clouds above take on new forms
almost by magic
the youth who watches
imagines many places
in the most fierce hope
so long the journey
agony of bitter time
but sweet this climax
not enough to dance
the music must absorb us
spring is rejoicing
night falling a smile
last red glow of the sunshine
promising new growth
yesterday the rain
satiating the dry earth
was a great blessing
today the bright blue
seems more clean more fresh happy
a good thing for us
a certain angle
a quality of sunlight
this is the true spring
light tells us so much
it uncovers deep secrets
without an effort
my mind spins quickly
so many words to conquer
so little time left
nothing too complex
the rich greens of the gully
small seem my worries
not deep the tree roots
wind takes the giants and throws
them aside like chaff
not high the mountain
wind scours them clean and leaves not
one leaf or twig still
not deep the ocean
wind moves the waves but cannot
shift the great waters
not to wait but work
that is the only way of it
duty summons us
outside the blue sky
tells us another story
joy in the sunlight
this is the turning
between spring and summer might
human the power
start of day clear light
the warmth announces springtime
green all around us
this watch is ending
who comes now brings no warning
the name is enough
still it is silent
i sit waiting for purpose
the wheel will soon stop
turning i watch light
outside dappled through fresh leaves
thoughts chase each other
no little doings
make the earth turn and sun rise
powerful forces
outside the deep night
trees holding silent darkness
the moon behind clouds
we wonder at this
seeking stars to guide our steps
dimly the lights glow
warm is this darkness
summer's promise a sure bet
evoking laughter
do not accept fate
fight through the morning for life
reject defeatism
spring sunset moment
green holding but going to fade
sleep overwhelms me
words once written go
they vanish into nothing
their weight not golden
we gild the lily
still its loveliness appears
calming the loud day
what we know we know
vanishes into nothing
the world is so large
the rose of summer
casts odours to the breezes
soothing the hot soul
a moment's wisdom
it emerges from nothing
cycles of action
motion of planets
the long cycle announces
time for new growing
even in this place
i feel the new fire raging
blossoms gold and red
regardless of date
we know the truth of seasons
the old blazing sun
light green refreshes
eyes weary of the winter
rejoicing music
in the end we know
the liberation of hope
plastic our feeling
not understanding
future means we will botch it
the past counts far less
it will never go
but we cannot visit there
tomorrow will come
we cannot change that
even through being absent
we are not central
the words will alter
if we don't change we will die
so we need to dance
to each new measure
even if our feet are slow
still we must tread them
time leaves wounds open
if the healer does not come
there is no magic
rival ideas will
always challenge our wisdom
life will demand it
accept the moment
what comes next won't be evil
unless we wish it
dividing moments
it happens in deep of night
fragmented habits
not for us the day
the lamp's odour overwhelms
too late the star
naming the season
springtime for all our desires
magical nightfall
tremendous effort
given to the new epoch
about to explode
making the journey
requires nothing but our hope
springtime is breezy
naming the makers
travelling towards the day
buds on the branches
only the wisest
recall when we knew magic
regretting the loss
when did we allow
the world to become boring
empty of power
what makes us vapid
no longer willing to see
the light beyond light
hidden in shadow
there are no more monsters now
only the dustballs
a fraction of the cost
and how many could be fed
but they are not us
all too dark too poor
better for them to die now
than at our expense
this is not callous
they don't value life like us
not truly human
they have no morals
unlike us for we have truth
and godly whiteness
sacrifice the poor
let them die for our pleasure
god is on our side
victory will come
when there are none of those folk
left to remind us
what we are is good
do not challenge that concept
or you will soon die
naming each second
time will pass no faster here
but we will feel it
birds announcing spring
their flight shows a rapid grace
now moving northward
the flow of water
calming our wildest thinking
is a benison