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.

New Neighbors

While driving to Walgreens for you,
A pair of sandhill cranes
Stroll along the sidewalk,
Their foreheads blazing cherries.

They carry their tender frames,
So tall and russet brown,
Lightly as soft breezes
Going nowhere briskly.

We've seen a good few
Lately, are they here
Advising safety; it is 
Hurricane season soon.

Now they're rounding our
Corner as I return.
I hurry you outside
To meet our new neighbors.

I snap some blurry pictures
Of their graceful exit;
The leaves into the curtain
And sidewalks they make their runway.