Lighthouse in watercolor

Kiwi in charcoal

Nature's Guest

Foreign the concert that nature plays

The ancient song calling all to hear

Oblivious to me on most days

Here  in reverence, the music is clear.

Distinctly measured meter of sound

By water striking rocks in its course

The wilderness choir’s song surrounds

My invasion of this native force.

Though I’m close enough to be impressed

By the etched wings of a butterfly,

 I feel detached, like a welcomed guest

Who could belong but chooses to spy.

Eternal Round

The sun fails to mark the eternal round   

of children laughing and widows’ hot tears

echoing illusions of the life bound.

The generations of footsteps resound

of the altruistic and profiteers.

The sun fails to mark the eternal round                    

of the faceless bearing portraits renowned.

Sterile words rain over similar ears

echoing illusions of the life bound.

Worn, limestone paths to the flowered grave mound

lead the motherless child, and it appears

the sun fails to mark the eternal round.

Countless constant songs of nature surround

as a tiny bird hiding reappears

echoing illusions of the life bound.

If one were to wander to the profound,

crowds stand ready to mock such mutineers.

The sun fails to mark the eternal round  

echoing illusions of the life bound.