Wildflowers

MY MISTRESS

On the mountains of Washington
fields of wildflowers
cut a swath through my memory
as do the sandy beaches
my native California bearing

Inspiration comes in slices
not always the juiciest fruit
my muse won’t be blighted
by the guise of petulant youth

I sought solace in all beauty
the thundering of a waterfall
the perpetual volley of waves
speechless innuendoes calling
only a tumultuous roar

Nature has become my mistress
breathing soothing sultry calm
capturing a dissident muse
held within her arms

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Ocean

bring me wildflowers
& set them
on the sideboard
by the window
to catch
the suns’ rays

for the petals
that dapple all
of the surfaces
like tiny pixies
set to play

bring me laughter
to eclipse the day
as the moon does
to the surfaces
of the sun

a smile to soften
the harsh edges
of all anger
a candle with which
to light the dawn

Image Taken From Morgue File
Digitized by Myself