South

I was thought to always go south
To search for the sun
To dream the dream
Of the happiest summer.
I have followed the flock
And I have batted the wings
Like the victorious pelicans do
When they are not gliding
Smooth currents.
I have warmed up in the sun,
I have dreamt many dreams
And still have not found
In the depths of the south
That perfect round moment
Except when I was sharing
The day, the meal, and the the heart.

Holidays

Holidays to the heart
When with joy You notice in the morning
The waves of crepe myrtle
Dressed in full color,
Dancing by the window
to gently wake up
Into the light the sleepy eyes.
Holy days not written in any calendar
When the cardinals and the wrens
Sing their praise
And wake up those listening ears
To the glory of the new day
You are to begin and to build
For you and for helping others.

Summer

Summer breathes noisily
With the sounds of the cycads;
Summer springs with this
Incredible lightens of being
That makes mullets jump
Towards the sun;
Summer sweats our backs
as we take our bikes
To the beaches with sand;
Summer is where you'll find
Joy where the ocean kisses the sky
And if you try to get there
Anywhere - You just may