Suite in E-flat Major

There is much to be said
about contentment.
Of Sunday morning coffee
with cloud cream.
A harkening of bird song sung
opposite the tired wheezing organ 
of the Lutheran congregation 
across the street. 
Their prayers, 
like early morning fog,
burning off 
to nothing.
Tremolo-
Da capo al coda.

Sketch play

Another study

Study: Mother-in-law tongue

A study: Bamboo

Peonia Albaflora

I did not know
there was
a glossary
of peonies.

So many variations
of petals
unfurling
on Spring heart winds
soft rust
riotous plum.

Drenched with rain
they bend
I touch my palm
to earth,
my mind
to sky.

Edge Places

I tried going to the edge places

but found no solace there
just a fugue in my heart song.

I cannot relax into
this moment.

I can only find unwelcome company
the hulking weight
that strains the rattan furniture
placed upon the burnished
porch floorboards.

Summer descends behind
the beach dunes
the seagrass brittle.

I know why the gull
screams.