Perspective from Spring

Burbling softly through my dreams

Soothing water over stones

Wash not away my cares

But carry peace into my mind

Lend me the clarity of your waters

From a state of peace to consider

My life in the green filtered light

Of a forest primeval full of new growth

The heart of spring on the sleeve of the forest

Flowers and ferns on the moss clad boughs

Pooling on the forest floor

Shining in rays of sun

Filling shadows with their fragrance

Ephemeral glory of the lengthening light

As the world revolves towards summer

Not yet to parch as in heat whose mercy

Is found in the cold waters of sea and river

Tis by the grace of summer that I might swim therein

And linger and play where night is so far

Without hearing the music of my dance with Death

In the chill of the ocean that would settle in my bones

A form of peace found in the cold and the waters buoying embrace

In which I might sink when Summer’s heat is high in the air

Without courting the final proof of mortality

Without sinking further into the embrace of Death

The murmur of the ocean calls to me from dreams.

Sun's Gift

Time changes the world turns

Flowers grow  by the sun that burns

Blazing glory of death and life

Originator of photons and solar wind rife

Rife with possibilities of creation and destruction

Progenitor of growth and reduction

Giver of energy and power that sweeps

Away the atmospheres planets can’t keep

Try though they may and try though they might

Without a magnetic shield they suffer the same plight

But with a magnetic shield an atmosphere may last

A bubble in space blown by the sun’s fierce blast

A greater median for life to grow

Allowing us to develop and know

Of the packets of energy sent by our sun

Who is among celestial objects just one

That the sun still shines when we are enveloped by night

Another longitude on Earth is receiving light

While we may rest in darkness sleep

Whilst the atmosphere our heat doth keep

And in the time between the temporal gloaming

There are those who seek in shadow roaming

In the world born of light forests flourish and currents mime

The powerful flow of the solar wind sparking aurora sublime

Rippling curtains against the stars siblings of our home sun

And in the gift of the Sun’s making we for our part, dance, and run.

Mother's Day 2018

Sunshine on the Mountain

Ælfhild Wiklund

High in the clouds the mountain rises

Up above bird flight and the rustling forests

Into the sunshine and out of the clouds

Looking down upon a transmuting sea

A fluffy sea of water droplets

A tumultuous sea tossed by the wind

Tumbled about the peaks and ridges

Down the slopes of the mountain’s sides

But here the sun shines warm and golden

Warm as love upon the stone

Thawing the lonely night touched mountain

Painting the meadows with blossoms bright

Awakening hope in the spring of the summer

To touch the hearts of those who be

To wrap them in the embrace of the Sun

And the blessing of the Sun upon the Mountain

Fragrance of the flowers and the sweet spice of the trees

Touch of the wind and the sun

Hearken to the birdsong and the whispers of the meadow

See the colors bright here and the clouds that cast illusions

Illusions that we float here on an island in the sky

Up where the rocks shine in the light and in the heat

Basalt that shimmers with dark warmth

Quartz that sparks and catches the eye

Deep greens and purples tint the grays

Malachite spires twist and turn

Rising from the mountain’s peak

Sapphire crystals ring the boulder

Snowflake obsidian dark and sleek

Gleaming in the sun and shimmering in the heat

The heart and blood of the mountain gathered

In unlikely formation at the pinnacle of its height

Embracing the gift of the Sun

Amid the ephemeral joy of summer

Stand the stones that are the mountain.

Party on the Airwaves

The color of spring is a rainbow of life
The wind with fragrant beginnings is rife
Streams are burbling and rain doth fall
The world is waking and its creatures call
Invitations and warnings by scent, sight, and sound
All through the air communication rebounds
Particles and photons and compressive waves
In the medium of air a veritable rave
Reflection and echo of the vernal essence
The biosphere enlivens our every sense.

There's a party on the airwaves
That the radio can't catch
Its frequency is much to high
It's up above the thatch
Up where birds are winging now
We have not seen for moons
Pigments in their feathers
That cost them gold doubloons
In energy not metal
Though I dare say there are those
Who'd trade their dulled coins
For such brilliance in their clothes
As the plumage of the show bird
Of the rainbow in the sky
Of the flowers from the ground
Though such fades by and by
But now there's a party on the airwaves
Welcome one and welcome all
It's a busy frenetic riot
This impromptu springtide ball!