Here we are
       this and now  
          never turn your heart away !
Hear the song
that comes out strong
                then sweet ...
pure upon your lips of red

Birds of paradise
              fly high
           as they soar towards
                         the sun !

Here we are
                you and I
                        living for the other
                            as if we'll never die !

In the heat of the evening, so humid at night,  
Whispers of twilight are a welcome delight.  
Golden hues fading, the sun bids adieu,  
As a cool breeze dances, refreshing and true.  

It carries relief, on soft wings as it glides,  
Through fields and the trees, where serenity hides.  
Embrace this soft comfort, let worries take flight,  
In the evening's warm arms, find peace in the night.

A cool breeze in Summer, blown across hot, wet eyes,
Provides a refreshing reprieve as one looks up to the skies.
A simple blessing one might come to conclude,
But a Godsend indeed when I'm in a low mood.

~ for Paula Poundstone~

brain has its own calendar,
alarms, forget~me~nots, nat-ur-ally,
seeds and scraps of half-breed poems,
even its own junk drawer, with extra
keys, pocket tissues, swiss army knives

call 'em appoint-moments,
random and scheduled,
though not always attentive paid

no longer needy for post-it notes,
reasons why I may I have come to a
particular room in search of a) b) or see

now, I just need to remember to take
my brain with me,
which is much harder than you
'think'…