The bugs are happy
when we dig into the pile
They run hither and dither
and then hither and yon
Oh boy! Oh boy!
More food for the fodder
more rotting vegetables
enough for the mudder
Happy day in the compost pile
Happy day in the dirt
Happy day in the sunshine
Happy day in the dark
Warm colors gusting past
and falling on heads
drifting into the corners
softening rigid lines
In the circle of community
each is held up
surrounded by soft edges
and warm colors
Like leaves, we drift
to fill in gaps with love
and support for each other…
Inspired by blurred wings
of jeweled and joyous hummingbird
and the languid lurch
of true and intrepid turtle
My heart travels
at its own speed
as I journey through
spicy and bland
juicy and dry
And even when I stomp out
the sparks of fiery controversy
infecting my peaceful brain
Bathing in the pond of forgiveness
near the meadow
out beyond right and wrong
There is no other peace
like immersing self
in those still waters
Birds chirping overhead
warmth of the loving sun
ready to enfold me
like a babe in arms
Soft fertile Earth
ready to foster
and nurture new growth
softened by my salty tears
and seeded by my timid smiles
Golden ruffles
on the edges of his personality
Outward expressions
of the thick vein within
The shadow of his profile
for purpose of contrast
describe a thin man
while his golden aura
shines bright and true
The rich man rests for a moment only
on the hot throne of gold and jewels
before he takes off again
Unique Spirit’s expression
embodied as man…
