before sun-white wall
green buds dream of lavender
in thrall to iris

before sun-white wall
green buds dream of lavender
in thrall to iris
Life, woven from love?
Look around, see nature woo,
squirrels chase from elm to fir,
wood pigeons coo,
buds break open, leaves renew,
bristly hedgehogs stir,
so, too, the human zoo.
Bus driver beams welcome
to arriving crew,
bearded face beneath blue
hood, limping old lady,
misunderstood,
shy newly-weds, tourist
lost in morning mist,
of local language not a gist,
mom, bundled-up baby,
bright-helmeted cyclist –
driver alive to toing and froing,
smiles farewell to all on going,
openhearted benevolence,
no mere surface happenstance,
greetings instants of luminous trove:
life unceasingly weaving love.
NaPoWriMo: write a love poem.
A tongue unraveled
Amble through the jungle,
find an orchid in bloom, guest of a luxuriant tree,
inhale its aroma of words,
the scent of its honey dew heart,
rest and wonder:
are words edible art?
Like a hummingbird hover,
home in on orchid’s flower-star,
a lover, see its chalice shimmer pearly bright,
alight, your bill ajar
unfurl your tongue,
sip, savor the sweet nectar of words.
When you’ve had your fill
retract your tongue,
bill closed, coil tongue inside,
don’t frown,
fold your wings, go to bed.
Night before long
will unravel your tongue,
braid a poem’s lines around your head
like a laurel crown.
even a crow’s world,
in crass black and white, scripts its
intimate moments
P
The program for the day:
Spreading love
branches at angles
zigzag crosswise intertwined
where do I fit in?
just pick a twig snow-
enchanted look around see
you’re already placed
snow-striped, rain-sprinkled
outlook uncertain, bet on
kindness, confidence
snow-striped, rain-sprinkled
mix-matched, uncertain future
trust mask’s, jab’s promise
You will get to the point where
You will wonder
Why you ever worried about
Anything
Ever
(Abraham 13 Dec 2021)