Low cumulonimbus pillows
Tucked under blue sheets
Form fluffy white shapes
To the trained, shielded eye
Squinting and causing
Wrinkles to crease
Crows feet directing
The sun's balmy rays
Onto freckled cheeks
Into rouging ears
Warming from soul
To skin that feels
The desultory breeze
Inhaling and absorbing
Every current event
Drifting here to there
Plotting a trail of
Temporary stones
Stepping across
An undisturbed pond
Where the willows
Catch the rill of scents,
Comb the tangle through,
And tremble as if to sneeze
From the memory
That tickles the nose
And tugs the corners of
Two lips red as
Tulips curling open
To bumble bee kisses
While grasshoppers leap
Over rocks and twigs
And ants march to the drum
Of the heart of earth
In spongy dirt
Where worms fill orders
To deliver flowers
Their fertile diet,
Tiny roots winding down
The freeway of life
Pulsing under foot
Pressing softly in
To tender green blades
That bow to the breeze
Sweeping through thin clouds
Spread over endless canvas
Airbrushed blue
Arrayed in sunlit beams.
