May Flowers

 Those petunias' purple:
            ultraviolet.
Candy striped geranium
           basking robin skies
All those firs of song
           limbs embracing
           air so sweet,
           smiling on my lung
           Here, where swell the strawberries
                       blushing downward.

Gold marooned pansies
           like Russian dancers:
           pant sleeves squared
           tucked in leather
                       almond skin so cinnamon.

Dusted up debris, the June grass
           mowed by high-viz nylon
           and yellows glamour rock face
           cliff toed Scot's broom
           sheared in full blossom
                       while green Godzilla
                       snarfed a mouth of slug.

Orange poppies managed
           to avert beheading

                       due to cheer.

Afternoon Verse

O'er pansied porch, steeped in song
buzzard spies the wayward moon
all round, assembled shores of fir,
                      needle shadows long,
linger on the robin's tune.

Hair strands of grey drape my eyes
as printed prayers on cotton
wander down the bleaching skies,
                     whitening like gold,
their manuscripts forgotten.

Mud flats down below lagoon
basking neath the snow caps blaze
sheltering the crabs of June,
                     feasting upon worm,
then slip 'neath clam's shell edgeways.

Clinging fast this gilded eve
grasping after wisp of sky
with spiders' silk, the sunbeams weave
                     tethers up to night,
lightly binding low to high.

Now I'm sinking into soil
I'm disarticulating
wanted to be true and loyal,
                     but time's caress of blades
has cloven all my waiting.