Abecedarian of Now

Alive to the

Bounty of Being,

Cats, crows, cows, chickens and crabs,

Dogs, deer, donkeys and dragonflies –

Everyone dancing to the unseen music

From the golden heart of the earth.

Gaia, all-mother,

Hums the uniqueness of each

Instant of life.

Joy bubbles the air,

Kindness touches softly.

Life in this

Moment is what matters.

Nothing before

Or nothing after is worthy of thought.

Put aside judgement. Embrace the 

Quixotic. Be

Radically open.

Swoon in 

The

Unprecedented

Vibrancy of this moment.

Wonder, delight in Now, this

Xanthically

Yellow, saffron-gilded life at its

Zenith.

The Deer in the Village are Angry

The deer in the village are angry;

all is out of kilter, wrong.

They remember whispers

of unfettered woodlands,

spreads of blackberries, salmonberries, 

wild apple groves, underbrush for shelter

when the rain turns cold.

They stare into each other’s eyes;

no, there was no mention 

of small dogs, boys with sticks,

small lights like miniature suns 

to invade their night..

The deer in the village are angry,

And they’re not sure

they’re going to 

hang around.

I Dream of a Knight

I dreamt of a knight in the night,

noble and handsome and fine.

I think that I’ve met Mr. Right.

His armor gleams ― wonderful sight.

Lips of crimson say he’s mine.

Yes, I dreamt of my knight in the night.

His arms embrace, fill with delight.

We smile, lift our glasses of wine.

I’m thinking he’s my Mr. Right.

His linen shirt is flowing white;

when he gazes at me, his eyes shine.

My wonderful knight, Mr. Right.

As I open his shirt he takes flight.

He’s not for me; our stars don’t align.

Although I’d dreamt of this knight in the night,

he’s Mr. Wrong; and I’m alright.