In June

In June he plants
His pennant upon
My abdomen.

At night I find
Connections come at
The right time.

But warmth can soon
Fade into coldness.
Surprise doubt

With repetition,
The right time
Is one replayed

In devotion
Time and again
Until it is known.

Straightforward

This one's straightforward:
Chestnut curls bouncing around
The blue eyes I love.
Just for me he gives a smile,
And when I cry he holds me.

I need

Nothing suffices 
If you can't feel what I feel.
I need—forever—
Your look, your will to create,
Your laughter, your touch at night.

Who I love the most

Who I love the most
Says his life is horrible;
I agree. The worst
Thing is it seems so solid
There's no way to improve it.

Those poor summer days

Those poor summer days
Whose breezes are kisses, quick
To end. Temperate days,
Exuberant with brief gold.
My tears can't bring them to Fall.

Woodpeckers don’t fall

Woodpeckers don't fall
Even when they're upside-down.
Gravity may pull
Yet they trust in their nature,
Always light and fast enough.

Sandhill Cranes

Swaying red poppies,
The sandhill cranes make their way 
Pacing so slowly;
Such days are gifts to watch traipse,
Though always away from me.

Myrtle and Magnolia

The master grafted
A myrtle branch to a bough
Of magnolia;
At times more white blooms than black,
But the forms their mixture makes!

Deeper, narrower

Deeper, narrower,
Remote as Weeki Wachee's
Caves are my love's straits.
Inaccessible, and yet
The dream is to descend there.

Creatures of mischief

Creatures of mischief
Sit at the great game's table
While blazing spirits
Rage beneath the surface. Joy:
The geyser, Fate's to control.