Moon rise, moon river Lady sings, good shiver The jeep set free The stars a canopy You spare a hand I feel content Easy pulse at breastbone Slow pace, new home.

I used to imagine the afterlife A sparkling city with a dark sky Literal golden mansions Where flawless people picked fruit from backyard orchards And bathed in clear waters Walking on diamond covered river Now when I do think of heaven My mind is blank– there’s…

“They’re trying to poison me,” he said. “Kill me that’s what they want to do. They took my money,” he said. “Got a quarter?” “Or any change you got will do.” He grinned with a broken smile As he took the dollar from my hand….

The moon drifts through the canopy above It’s light reflects upon the mountain lake The dimmer light which shines with God’s own love His glory which he gives all for our sake His heart for those who wonder in the dark That they should never…

Moon above me so high, Hear me speak, hear me cry! The Universe shares it glory! And I seek a happier story. A canopy of flowers in my head, As I softly lie in my bed, I see myself at a peaceful lake… A longing to reveal,…

Hope Springs Nocturnal With the darkening of skies and closing of eyes, dreams bring with them fresh doses of hope. A refreshing burst of effervescent do-overs, clean-slated seconds and the beginnings of new things. As long as sleep wraps you in safe, deep slumber, nothing…

Wooden boards beneath my head, Cool sweet darkness Hangs like a canopy over the lake Sky full of stars share their glory But this dance belongs to the moon. Hour by hour I wait for the show. Curtains up! Watch the tango of the night…

Bodies Of ferns and furs, O hibiscus and horns, Meet like two colliding spacial lakes In eclipse. Their bodies are seen In the canopy of forest rufage And in fallen feathers and lost bones. They are the bark on tree spirits And the whiskers on…

As the night falls and darkness descends The moon rises to it’s full glory Lighting up the dark lake Beautiful in it’s presence And the world within Away from the light Under the shade of the canopy Resting her head upon a tree Her panic…

Wine SNITS (Snobs In Training)   The evening starts slowly. Nibbling hors d’oeuvres. Looking, swirling, sniffing, tasting. Thoughtfully pouring, discussing, considering Cherries, hints of blueberries, notes of leather and tobacco. Grassiness and minerality. Some oak. Too much?   Alcohol content. Alcohol? More talking. Less sniffing….