amongst the angst, twisting
through seconds that drip
between tears that rain
bursts fragmented seedlings
blown in the breezes blue
somewhere between night
and yesterday landing gently
upon loamy wanting calls
tomorrow’s blossoms reach
out of the darkness’ passion
from the chaos of possibility
dreams smile orange and kind.

looking up

sunny wind whistles through fingers
reaching up and outward into the sky
speeding down remote winding roads
where the scent of sage and mesquite
fill the air with richness while leaning
into the seats waiting for the arrival
of water, geese and the fullness of grass
under your back, weaving your toes
while up through the shades of green
sun shines smiles down upon you knowingly.