Oil on paper and the winter wind
Blowing from the tops of the world’s peaks
Over my hands and feet
To hold me in
Give me the air to breathe
To stroke the canvas
To illuminate the sky and mountains
I take great hope in what can happen
In art we trust
We must
Begin again in the time
That we have
When the sun hits the magenta hue
From the long days over the rivers and
Mountains
When the evening dew starts to
Settle in
From the sky above
I remember the purple mountain
Majesty
From where we come from
The depth of life set in stages
The closing of a day
Reminds me of the beauty of the land
The Purple Mountain Majesty
Is now at hand
From the onset of the morning
Takes the tee time of the day
From the wildest animals
Walking through the paths
And taking in the smell of the orange leaf
To stay for the day
Pleasure for the day
For another evening
The grass perfectly manicured
For the ball to roll through
Take the round for a new
Day
The saguaro
Rises high above my feet
Taking me away from the desert
Life
Such luscious curves
In a resilient growth
Of life
That inspires even the fallen
To rise again
To see what can come
From another day
Another sunrise
As the saguaro
Rises from the air
So do we
From the side of the street
To the mountain side
The saguaro reaches delicately out to the sun
For life
For growth
But with the tender life force
Comes hollowed out worlds
That lead to the saguaro blues
The sky down to the ground
As the cactus is laid bare
In a world so ready to move on
But the cactus reminds us that
Even in the midst of the desert
Life can spring forth abundantly
For all of us to see and be inspired to
Live fully
The coffin hopes of the world
From birth to grave
The worlds finest hours
Bring out what we can save
Take it lightly and go forth
Make the world a place to be proud of
Before it’s too late
Right under the curl
Is the peaceful zest of the ocean
Lulling me into the full
Relaxation of water and furl
I hold my breathe deep
With a golden twirl
The silence beneath the waves
Is what keeps me going on
Can words press on the weight
Of time and place
So hold the timbre of holding
The whisper in the ears of
Wildness
How we can learn from each other
In the full summer bloom
Late into the fall
The weight of a whisper
Can have a toll
On us all
Beyond the sound
When all volume is turned down
The angels in the silence
Have mercy on those
Whose ears await the calling day
For the moments of tender
Sweet
And true love
Are upon us from above
So take heed to these angels
And give us the way
Forward
Over the spring fields
Slow yields
Into the summer
But for now the harvest of silence
Is upon the lips of the
Long grass
And the trees
As the summer vamps
Up from the southern
Breeze
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