Everybody’s poems

It was a humid night

And it rained lots of love 

And when we woke up

It was raining light

So the seeds of the poems

Planted last night

Grew up like weeds

At the side of the road

There is no shame

To bend down

Pick some up

To flavor your cooking

There is so much light

They should be growing 

Poems in everybody’s yard

Together with grass

Mustang Lady

Mustang lady

She rode a yellow mustang

Her voice was speckled with dust

But her words flowed like honey 

And she had a knack for holding

The reins real tight, a sweet way

That barely upset anybody 

Who’s ever been around her 

To see her and love her

and survive with their soul never

Intact - but touched by the 

Lady who rode the yellow mustang 

April Breeze

April breeze

Love is the blushing petal

That carves its way up

In the cold April wind

Towards the sun