Journeying

Into the breathing pounding world
Of drum and rattle
I sit on the majestic rack of my
Moose and am tossed lightly onto his back
To journey
Why are we not visiting the upper realms I ask. What is holding us back?
There is a brush and a murmur and warm breath from his muzzle
Soon enough we will go.
And what is your name I ask.
It means dark and bright all at once. It is soft and comforting. It is deep breath courage and casual nonchalance. It is cadence and aimless wandering. My name is all this.

Ocean

Knowing Ocean
A poet so grand
I walk beside him
And feel the
Words groomed and
Rhyming
Tumbling through time and space
About to be arranged
As nonchalantly as a  butterfly
Or a waterfall
Perfectly cascading

When

When you play so hard
And your child's world
Mesmerizes you
You blow bubbles in your sleep
And catch fireflies
Having the best of
Playmates
When your child becomes
Your best friend
And picnic buddy
Even knowing better than you
How to set up the tent
And keep a fire going
Finding the perfect stick to roast the
Marshmalows, squishing chocolate between graham crackers in sticky celebrations
Then
you wait for your pal
To return from
Growing up

Free

I am the one
Not giving you freedom now
I want to stand you up tall
Looking ahead at your life
Seeing patterns
So you know what to expect
I want you to love yourself so much
That you never let someone else's love
Sculpt you into someone you are not
I want you to hold true and dear
Values of loyalty and kindness
Respecting all living beings
Walking away from lies
Passionate about the whole truth
That shines within you as
Your inner light
I want you to know
I will always love you
And cherish you
And freedom?
I stand in awe of your power to create
I have no need to approve or disapprove
Give me the respect of my own life creation as you create yours.
Where I have failed
Give me the room to succeed and transcend tbat failure
And may I have the grace to let you choose your path
Freely
Knowing you are loved every day of your life
The same as the miraculous child who loved and trusted me once long ago looking up into my eyes with joy

Honeysuckle

I hope
Where you live
The night air drips
With the scent of
Honeysuckle
So sweet it
Pulls through your nostrils
And fills your chest
And you feel like
An invisible garden
Surrounds you
Exhaling as you inhale.
And the fireclies
Riot
Intoxicated with such
Delicate smells

Nightscape at creekwalk inn bed and breakfast by janice haynes

Sweet corn reverie

Fireflies
Low shooting stars
Streaking above my campfire
Escaping sparks feign to
Be the magical bug but  move aloft and fade
While brightness
Leaps sbove the smoke
On and off and on again

Fireflies in the great smoky mountains

The firefly season
Unannounced
Suddenly
Is here
With night time
Serenades of light
Winging from lush meadow grass
To highest treetop
Staccato measures
Syncapated beat
Shhhh!
Too bright for sound