The Sounds Of A Thousand Summers

The sky is singing cerulean chords
Across the horizon’s score

The cirrus clouds as feathered wings
Invite by flight: explore

As dragonflies wake the eyes
Like lightening coming forth

Trees, as praise, are rooted deep
And lifted leaves adore

A yellow finch and cardinal join
No human could ignore

A refrain is built on locust’s wings
The orchestration soars

When the children upon the scene
Come bounding out-of-doors

Their laughter yet another piece
That blooms within the flowers

The chorus sweetens like a fruit
When light upon it pours

The touch of gladness in the mind
When tasted peace is ours

A thousand summers; a thousand dreams
Upon a thousand shores

And yet today a world away
Play instruments of war

Morning Impression

The pallet of a coming day
By the sunlight’s full array

Is set before the mind of man
A plein air landscape to begin

The easel of the eyes in place
To hold the momentary space

In the dappled dew of dawn
A greenish-yellow hue is spawned

The morning spreads with wings abroad
Lifts the trees while flowers laud

The lavender of evening’s sky
Is pressed with pink and orange dye

Attentive brush; a canvass covered –
All in all is discovered