Cumulus , nimbus apparitions converge at dawn that instigate brief showers , sun bows , sunburst , followed by the cruel , humid unwavering heat of mid-morning.......
Cool rain at dawn , trickery , deceitfully forcing morning chores into the heat of day for farmer and gardener alike , mud , mosquitoes brought by damp conditions , seeking blood meals followed by foraging fire ants , triple digit temps , threesomes that antagonize ,  exhaust and destroy well made plans ......
At the end of the work day heat , humidity begat cloud cover with heat lightning at horizon , with the promise of relief , time of rest and reflection.....

Blackberry blossom and glorious Honeysuckle vine
Dark green Ferns and scented Loblolly Pines ...
Brush , briar thickets reducing visibility to arms reach
An Ole grey Opossum high atop a Cottonwood Tree ..
Thick floors of pine needles and knee high wild grasses
Yellow Locust , green grasshoppers flying in advance on stair -step hillsides leading into chilly Walnut Creek ...
Sandbars filled with quartz and mica , glistening between the 'Brick red clay cliffs' as far as you can see downstream ..
Painted turtles and Blue Herons , Cottonmouths and Black Racers ..
The music of life at every turn , every ripple of water , swaying River Birch ..

When Christ returns from the East 'twould be quite proper indeed that he call upon the mountains of North Carolina as the Holy Platform , Soco Falls most assuredly a replica of the Heavenly Gates , the surrounding colors of the Appalachian woodlands painted by the Angels themselves ..

Mourning doves speak into liberty blue backgrounds
Into ebony forest at silent nightfall cry -
the keepers of lakeside memories* ....

Tending a field of sinsemilla
With a bluebird cardinal chorus
A happ- happy guitar picking sun
above us  
A singing stream ,
Mr. Porker in his overalls ,
Mr. Goat in his denim jeans
A blue heron at the well
Whistling Sunflowers covering the Port dale
Purple bud in a basket , cool earth
'neath bare feet , Randy Rooster working
the hashish , chickadees crooning in the
tickled trees* ...

Counting the individual panes on a window , handles on a night stand and a chest of drawers .. Sixteen points of reference on a light switch , the dial tone is in the key of F major and I prefer to be alone ! Do you know what I'm going through , a play upon words just like I always do , in sequence , order in life to me is all about the timing ..Can you relate to counting your way through the day for the sake of having some form of control or say ? To hold your left elbow with your right hand and check each window for field of vision , recount the screws on the back of the television ?

The protester , the president and his secret agents
The fourth estate , the staged presser
The water boarder dysfunctional
The rationalization of nationalism
The symbolic elephant , the star turned *******
The hated black man and his maniacal incumbent

The thought of an African-American in office sent
you over the top
You cursed his high office , strapped on firearms ,
mobilized the churches and forever changed your
country ...
Welcome to the dangerous present
..
A hateful precedent ...

Friday twilights overlooking treetop reflections ,
with a smooth Marlboro and a jigger of bourbon ...

Callie was a dishwasher who wrote
beautiful songs , she was sowed in
good earth but never watered , a bad tooth , a hard smile
and a ****** up father , a grinding job ,
unable to truly foster , a miraculous musical
mind but everyone wants the next Lady Gaga ,
big breast , 'the perfect ***' , hollow music
with the same beat , someone acting 'street',
someone with Hollywood teeth that'll drop
their pants in a second for all to see , someone that
wants to save the whales above everything else taking
pre-planned questions on Good Morning America ,
a hired hand for the Corporate Gestapo , a Barbie doll
with a low IQ , a jaded view , a politically correct jewel
devoid of true , independent view
There's a Callie waiting to touch our soul if we could -
close our eyes and let the music assume control* ...

Quiet evening on the porch . Explosions in the distance , the  soldiers are getting small , incoming ! Attention subjugated from intense light to the west ! It's storming in Alabama tonight ! I'm sure it is ! The insects , mesmerized by porch light , are growing in numbers , catapulted East by violent winds , the prequel to our own battle with Thor and his army ! An entire Division , preceded by artillery , wave after wave ! Refugees have flooded the screen in rear combat operations tonight , confused , terrified faces are flashing before my very eyes ! Sergeants are screaming commands on both sides of the road as the skirmish recedes !  Rain ... Puddles .. At six a.m. as the fog begins to lift , siren of whippoorwills , ambulances rush forward to gather the dead , the toy soldiers have bled all they can ..Their really just plastic anyway ! Play things , hallucinations , flashbacks , whatever word conjures , terminates repetitive mind games , conflict witnessed many years ago , committed to endless replay , delivered by a Summer storm from Alabama last night !

Rejoice upon the subtle murmurations -
of angelic voices , gaggles of blackbirds performing
within naked hardwoods , Whitetail companions
dwell o'er living , wetted pasture , wintered neighborhoods
Novembers invisible strength racking evergreens ,
cold cover mingles with tall Pine canopies  
Fall turned , brown sugar fields with calling Herefords ,
bound for eventide shelters* ....

strained and molded midnight brain
encounter unknown cell tower overwatch
spill water catch twenty two revolver tribute
merganser interceptor ravenous soul sport
epic fail condominium
Brick island overlook star gazer Kansas revolt
lear jet appetite ebony sincere lambasted trivial
revolution
correspondent irregular depth californian intrinsic
substitution despondent calibrated ocean going
counter measure

Morning birds sing the praises of Dawn in the confectionery forest of home
Red-Tip hedges bustle with Springlike description , Mother Jay cackle and Eastern Gray playful volition
Simple shaded homes bursting with the wonders of rebirth , sunshine canopies appear as visions to Heaven , Red Fox banter in the Sorghum plat lowland , sprite Doves working fields of Millet and Sunflower , Magpie guards , tickled and curt
Hunter Bluebirds falling to earth for grasshoppers , back to the "Crows Nest" in their continual search

Do harbor love for chatty Mockingbirds
Lead vocal of the Piney-wood , carrying
the news o'er the red hills , the peanut
farm and blue water grist mill
An audible question from the first morning
Chickadee , a quick retort from a Cardinal
in a Mimosa tree , sail the tepid current
mighty Blue Heron as Cottontails quietly feed the
Red Clover shelf , chirping Bobwhite graze withered , October
corn as iron vanes portend the coming of the Blueridge storms

Mocha brown fawns dance amid my orange horizon ,
hoping to please their mother under a dashing springtime Sun ..
Curiously forage Chestnut and acorn , alert to the call of the
morning Brown Thrasher , the chime of young Turkey hens and
the call of Coyote and river dancer ..
Wood Duck ducklings careen Port Lake , smacking sweet bills
as they work the edges ... Tiny green Frogs line the banks , perform
their morning ballads in chorus with Katydids and House crickets while
water spiders lead interpretive dance along the mirrored waterway ..
Mr. Red Fox is running late , off to points West into the blackberry fields along Bear Creek .. Wisteria , honeysuckle and wild roses are filling my soul as I pray before the morning scenery ....

Toking at the dam around twelve
Listening for rod tip bells
Muds slapping topwater , the hollow ring
of paddle striking boat , a bowed rod , a midnight
fight on a starlit warm Rico night
Connecting the heavens with wondering eyes
Tobacco smoke rising high into the sky
A jigger of peach brandy warmth
A chicken sandwich from the One Stop* ..

Bumblebee 'quidditch'
Dragonfly tag
Mockingbird rags
Crow glee and mirth , winged seeds racing to the golden-
earth
Spearmint , honeysuckle bouquet on a picture -
perfect April day* ...

Watercolor grass , growing dark
Roof of the earth , growing dark , growing dark
Rain wrapped in perfume whisper
Quiet room , ambient shadows , growing dark
Ever darker* ....

The agnostic man that feeds the poor , clothes the enfeebled or shelters the disadvantaged shall walk the fields of Heaven someday whether he believes it or not ..For his good works came not out of fear of Hell but from love and kindness , divine works directed from a precious , caring heart ...

Meadowlarks in the canebrake
Twilight hints with fuchsia trickery
Animated waning Moon , sylvan
troubadours in perfect tune
September Season of the Witch ,
Barn Owls cry out in perfect pitch
Starlings crowd field barns , Mockingbirds
spin Ghostly yarns , brown leaves crumble
in the eerie wind , Stallions whinny sending
shivers across bare skin
Cowbells clang in the pitch black night
Coyotes howl from the hillside
Tin roofs clap under their own power
Wind chimes sparkle and call , hour after hour* ....

Hurried with the passing day in shelters made of white clay
Resting 'neath the river boulders , riding cool water current
Dining in the shadows of Dusk
My childhood afternoon quarry , teeming throughout
the diamond laced brook , beneath the Sycamore bough ,
laden in Spring leaf miracles* ...

Counting boxcars as they hurdle down the tracks , one for every memory I can summon , one for every penny I've placed at this crossing for good luck ..
A copper token to insure good fortune , the wheels of a child's imagination set into motion ..
Walking the railway , dreaming of life as a " Hobo " , with my cane over my shoulder and a bag of apples tied to one end ...
Racing home at Dusk with the last glimmer of daylight at my feet , the five thirty special thunders through this small town again ..
Bound for points South , Montgomery or Mobile , breaking the quiet of night marching through corn , soybean and cotton field ...
The deafening sound of order and morning routine in sleepy Southern villages , a wake -up call for little boys with skinned up knees , ball caps and ***** britches ...

Gray hardwood Creek saga , hillside natural harmonies
Woodland musicians and warriors blended into
Coweta flora with piedmont songsters
Sip sip cha shree mockingbird melody
Whoo -reet bobwhite chantey from floor to -
windamere operas brushing live oak canopies
Land blushing with evening blue , stippled in
magenta and lavender cirrus sunset* ...

Cooper's Hawk soars across the Northern breeze , shadowed against Hill Country's midday Sun , gaining altitude effortlessly ..
I implore , are you of troubled mind ? Preferably alone like me or ascending with great celebrity for all to see ?
Ne'er a more noble raptor did grace and dignify Georgia's cobalt blue skies , with steel countenance , the voice of a Delilah befitting the very Choir's of Heaven ..

Green Coleman lanterns hung over the water , craving the humid night , nocturnal creatures bathed in the artificial lights ....
The metronomic crash of breakers on the aluminum hulled vessel , baiting hooks and tying gear by flashlight or sheer memory .. Horned Owls , Killdeer and Whippoorwills filled the dark night with haunting songs , the crash of bass and topwater shellcrackers would chill the blood for a moment , cause you to breathe in deep  , exhale out loud .... The aroma of lake water , insect repellent and cigar smoke , chewing on a plug of Bloodhound , strained eyes concentrating on nothing but that bobber , waiting on that tasty fish to take it and run ....
Working your piece of the lake till the early morning Sun ....

A stout *** soaked cigar , Apple brandy by the crackling hearth ..
My excellent hardwood rocker , whimsical memories of Elizabeth ,
warm recollections of Amanda , tireless tiny trotters indeed , forever locked away in Dads heart ..

Elven pipers gather and play at the foot of Dawn , ice sickle wind chimes begin to sound !
Gray clouds and brown leaves begin to swirl together as Twinkle Sugarbells mirthfully shakes the 'Snow Globe of Winter ..'
Couples bundled up with green coats , red scarves and brown mittens !
Smiling youngsters ride toboggans down snow encrusted hills !
Hot chocolate and warm cinnamon milk dabs a rosy glow on young faces !
Ordinary forest and backyards turn into magical places !
Snowmen pop up in every yard just like magic with sweater button eyes , Oak branch hands and Pine straw mustaches .

Twilight semi-tones reverberate in -
June moonshine sanctuary , Water Oaks silhouette
starry horizons as Cicadas rule the fragrant Chattahoochee hour of heavy , warm air and Crimson sunsets filled with dazzling
Lantern Fly summer flight and welcome poetic inspiration

The aleatory bridge of our love ,
a perfect note connecting the song -
within our hearts
The musical phrase of Sandpipers -
on lonely beachheads
The call of thunder , the intonation -
of the Angelic Host
Mercurial , agape instrumentation -
of dawns forest floor
Waterbird cadence , enlightened by the
apricot Sun
Crashing wave , carving stone , forever unexplored
Improvisational
Overwhelming .. Love ..

I just wanted to tell you about brown eyed Carolynn , the sweetest little girl I've ever laid two eyes upon .. They say Harrison looks just like his Grandfather ,  growing bigger by the hour , as tall as his father one day if that's even possible .. Mary Ellen has turned my world upside down , you two would absolutely adore one another , I can't wait to look over and see her pretty face every morning ! I've lost the beard plus a hundred or so pounds , traded in farm life for the woods in Chattahoochee Hills .. Mom is feeling better and doing what she loves , eating Chinese food and watching old shows .. Just thought I'd check in with you for awhile tonight and keep you up to date on all that is good in my life ! Later ....

To all the children in the world tonight ! Have you gone to bed safe  in a warm nurturing home , a yard to run free , be yourself and explore ? Catch frogs or play with dolls , coloring books and Lincoln logs ! Pray for food , clean water , access to a Doctor , books to read and shoes on your feet ! Warm coats and toboggans , clean shirts and stockings , good schools and Teachers , rain jackets and mittens ! Pray for peace wherever you may be ! Good night ....................

Fecund , Sun drenched coppice , Marsh Hawk pursuing eyes , mid-afternoon iridescent Dragonflies , half turn of the ever evolving earthly -panel , a fragile , cobalt soap bubble teetering from parasitic occupation
Felled timberland bridges , Warbler performers , days of pungent Pine -and Water Oak umbrellas
Persuasive vapors commanding the senses from every direction , spun in -the pastureland , seeking the fall of the stratospheric canopy , poetic tales -of the inverted world

Afternoon walks around this calm body of water are as precious and innocent as a toddlers first steps , orange sunshine reflecting across her mirrored surface , Canadian goslings proudly trail their mother , Great Blue Herons stand guard at the treetops as young couples laugh and share their joy for one another
Pekin Ducks feast along along the manicured shores , Bullfrogs signal the hour of Dusk as the Piedmont Corn Moon heads for home
Shadow lovers commit bucolic images to lifetime memory beneath the periwinkle twilight blush
Astral plats of silver and gold , the distant cry of Turtle
Doves

Night is like love
Short , mysterious , enchanting
then troubling
Emotions boiling , better judgement
destroyed
You'll wear many mask
You'll practice hellos in mirrors
Practice any questions she's liable to
give you
Then it's over and done
She's moved on to a different thespian
Everyday turns into Monday with
nobody there , your the jester before your
ravenous , blood thirsty friends again
How could she not care , how dare her
pompous calculation , thievery , malicious
***** in pony tails and a yellow dress
I miss her so , our three days of going steady
all for naught , she led me around school like a working
dog then walked
Night is just like being alone
Eaten to the bone , one penny left for
the wishing well that we most certainly
will throw , maybe tonight , maybe even tomorrow*...

Beautiful Whitetail bucks , resplendent in Winter coats , statuesque along the hillside , ever alert in morning fog , complacent in the heavy cover of the Georgia woodlands , courteously striking a pose at Dusk , quite aloof in my own front yard ..
A crown prince of the ruminant kingdom at the edge of suburbia , revealing their breath on cold Winter mornings , leaving their signatures with rub marks and snorts ..
Commanding the fields of Spring and Summer , gorging themselves on brown oats , green grass , blackberry , fig and wild plums ..
Our wondrous native 'Knights of Hill Country' , panning green , picturesque pastures at the close of day ,  grazing for edibles along quiet country lanes , peacefully bedding beside creekside , Sun warmed hayfield , placid pond and mirrored lake ..Along Moon lit valley's , apple orchards and fire breaks ..

Homemade Bluebird house's of varying color and shape
Lovely butterflies hand painted by 'Angels' dot the landscape
Red Wasp warm themselves on proud , Sun drenched shrubbery
Daffodils and Sweetgum Trees , the banter of Cardinal and Blue Jay ,
Wood Ducks flying over a world of discovery ..
Carpenter bees do challenge , a green lizard seizing a few winks on a wrought iron bannister .. A pink flowering Plum tree with a performing Carolina Wren , a brown Praying Mantis on a window screen ..
Lady Bugs riding warm breezes , Natures abundant annuities , every step a golden opportunity ..

This creek is an old friend , for I've sat at the banks with a gun in my hand . Lifted every rock for mud puppies and crayfish , walked it's bank days on end , as child , teenager , a soldier and a Dad , Twenty eight years ago I  travelled back with my new daughter , to give thanks , for showing me the light ,  and now much older with grandchild in hand I bow to you once more , my dear, dear , old friend !

Silver nighttime clouds laced in amber trim
A dabble of Moonshine with twinkling gems
Caroling Thrushes tell of mirth and good season
The 'Song of Showers' speak as a thousand carillons with good reason
Twitch'n vane , twixt north then east ,
'tis the call of uncertain September breeze* ...

Hallowed hill birdlife from my bedroom window
My bold , fellow agnostics working hard -
on the ' Sabbath ' like any other day
Warblers and Finches with no time for play
Red headed Woodpeckers tapping away
Orpingtons , Dominiques and New Hampshires -
leading a busy parade
Bathing Geese , scratching Hens , Crows in the corn
An Egret rides the wind while a Robin feeds her young
Bluebirds on the hunt , Thrashers on the run
Jays nabbing Figs in the scorching midday Sun

Bear Creek who did you happen to meet upstream-? A doe with her fawn , stopping by for a morning drink ?  Grandaddy 'possum calling it quits , off to get fifty winks ! My oh my , if your fish could talk ! The things that they see from dawn till dusk ! Garden spiders spinning complicated webs , silver blue Herons standing perfectly still ..Bullfrogs singing at the waters edge , soft shelled turtles rising up for air ! Crayfish bedding in her muddy banks . Butterflies , mud puppies and channel cats ! Goodbye sweet water , flow peacefully home . Through tall Georgia pines , sleepy southern towns ! Sparkle the imagination of all you meet , meandering quietly to the sea !!

Spinning silver , silken sweaters with -
my catawba brethren , foresting oakwood estates
beside red fox companions , in witness of white-tail herds ,
compelling frigid streams of yellow perch and shellcracker , lemongrass sun hued byways engulfed in dewdrop prisms reign atop pattern encrusted red clay earth
In memory of morning , of the caterwauling Alabama easterlies ,
of vagabond waterbirds that sail frost laden , bucolic scenery

Lend me these hillsides where I might find solace amongst her fauna
To abate my scorching thirst from the ample cistern of knowledge and direction .. A reservoir whereto chalice the unknown , purging the acrid , barren desolation of opinions imprisonment , to drink freely thereof .. O'er the Live Oak promenade , privy to 'Mother Natures' exacting architecture and abundant goodwill , along the rustling banks of the Flint Basin .. My flourishing , cascading 'Educator '..

Their gathering tiny shells , laughing , chasing Sand *****
Searching for Blue's by flashlight , ankle deep -
foaming Gulf acidity , warm zephyrs caressing waterside  
Red stars dragnet the tail of the Milky Way , merchant ships -
dot the ever-changing horizon , luminous piers -
in either direction , nighttime romantics holding hands to -
the music of the nocturnal sea , the pull of each descent -
The promise of each crashing wave , unfulfilled
Aromatic , salt water land confluence
Lightning with his attraction , the Butterscotch Moon , waning at the edge of the earth
Children , unfamiliar with loves pain , frolic in the distance

Where the grasses magically pirouette , where Spanish Moss dances . The illusion of Oaks kissing the land off in the distance ..
As leaves rejoice and sprint green fields in search of home , sweet gum cones shine like silver dollars ..
Studious farm animals graze upon endless fodder , Pekin ducks
imbibe indigo blue waters ..
Where the Sun caresses the back of my neck and shoulders , where my
Grandfather waves , reading Whitman from his porch ..
White Turkeys brighten the rural horizon , the scent of homegrown tomatoes tickles my nose , the allure of honeysuckle fence line and prickly , white Cherokee rose ..

Remain diligent and steadfast , forbid apogee of Lucifer , the beasts anomaly ,and perpetuation of deceit , vanity , communique with the Almighty , not as the speakers but in private with grace and devotion , frailty and hope ..Salt tempered with honey .....Vinegar with wine ........

My mind at chrysalis , medicated , artificially focused and at times detached altogether from societies interpretations......
I've been reduced from psychopath to thespian out of the fear of never being allowed to leave St. Helena ! The high court did not rule in my favor, therefore banished from society , to live toil and die in a foreign land ! Erased from the history books , my name removed from public architecture , forbidden to be mentioned in the streets of my beloved city resting upon the Appalachian hillside ! Oh Dahlonega ! Oh Dahlonega ! My Dahlonega !

Gene was flat topped , honest and old school
Not one for shootin' the bull
He woke up everyday at four in the morning off to twist gas pipe for a living
Sometimes lame , but rugged and independent , he'd say your either making money or spending it* ...

Standing in the clear piedmont blood ,
with understanding , with unchecked curiosity
along the jagged edgeways
Ardent Yellow Perch skipping her countercurrents ,
painted turtles at liberty atop driftwood memorials
Hardwoods sash -shay the moss painted root bound  
architecture , sunbeams expose the river bottoms ,
Blue Herons and Redtailed Hawks stand on silent
watch , birds of every color and unique song pass ,
command these silver blue corridors

Butter peas for breakfast , naked with soap in the backyard , shower in a thunderstorm , intricate guitar without audience ! Three piece suit with combat boots , seeking White tailed deer , inquisitive with camera and apples. In tune with eight pathways , practicing morning metta , quoting Hemingway , lover of Sandburg and Whitman . Spring , Summer and Fall gardener , philosopher , in tune with Dusk , infatuated by Dawn , adventurous as Monarch butterfly , faithful as Mourning doves . Committed to prose and the power of true love , imagination sprinkled with cold hard reality at times , armed with dictionary , thesaurus , paper and ink pen , quick with the truth , compassionate , Southern and opinionated , emboldened , struggling with creativity , searching for his niche in society .

Atlanta is 45 miles far too close
The only sound I want is Bear Creek
flowing , morning cattle off to the
highland , topwater bass in the stream lowland
A snorting old buck in the grassland
A Massey Harris turning plowland
The sound of rain tapping on a tin roof
The clicking of a stallions hoofs
Distant thunder on a lazy Hill Country night
The March moon shining bright* ...