Plant me high on craggy peaks
Till roots curl round
Unshaven
Rocks. Feel rough-hewn skin in
My embrace.
Let keening wind on storm-blasted
Days be my
Symphony.
Let me conduct with gnarled
Arms
Cradling butterfly notes for an
Instant, then whispering sad
Adieu lest magic dust on fleeting
Wings die in fond
Embrace. Fill my eyes with
Twinkling
Water
With foam and sparks as
Stars in a mountain
Night. Let me waltz with the
 Wind
As a swirling leaf in
Crinkle Pumpkin Time.
Draw me in sepia or deep
Ocean
Smiles. But plant me
High in my
Mountain dreams.

Bathing me in quick-silver notes
Of tip-toe highs
And
Broken hearted lows

Rain

Tap dancing like Fred Astaire
In rat-a-tat rhythm.

Flattened islands of rain-drops
Meld
Into seas of gloaming wash.

Dance Fred
But no more rain dance
Extravaganzas
Please.

Kick high your heels like
An Arizona pony

Dance me a rainbow.
Choreograph me
 A sun
Spun from pots of gold

Lick my rain world

Dry.

Water speaks in many
Tongues.

Clear silver tones. Tibetan singing
Bowls in alpine
Meadows. Dull,

Muted,
Choked in clog of
Mosquito pools.
Unmoving,
Unloved,
Unloving till
Dragons fly
And rainbow prisms steal the

Sun. Whispered cadence,
Shy, hesitant in the
Giggle
Of
Forest
Trickles. Dark,
Mysterious, unplumbed
Unyielding
In rock walled pools.

Shrieking, screaming in mountain
Crevice abandon.
Ethereal
Like misty
Tears
Splashing on
Forest carpet.

Gurgling like babies
In my
Late night bath.

SUMMER’S EYE

Dignified,
It drifts beside me
Forty feet balcony high.
Whitened plume
Of dandelion fluff,
Erratic as geriatric shoppers;
Skittish as Christmas dreams.
Hesitant,
Impetuous .
Mingling with drifting
Microbes
Of fairy-flies and
Debris.
Motes
For Summer’s eye.