Aromas to Remember

for dVerse

Under the scent of the pines

Breathing deep

In the rain washed mountains

With snowmelt around her ankles

That’s not a little girl standing there

Though her hair is wispy

Fine and short

And her playmates whirl around her

No. Haven’t you seen a lost princess?

Running from imagined dangers

More real than the smiling grown-ups

And the smoke that lingers

From the barbeque

Perfuming the campground with hotdogs

And hamburgers

Welcoming a princess and her companions home

With the wafting sugared promise

Of marshmallows and chocolate

Under the camping stars

Sunrise

for dVerse

 

I rose up early

Before dawn

Waiting for the weaver

Plaiting colors

Of butter, coral, mauve

Across the robin’s egg domed sky

Fragile tapestry

Unraveling before day began

Scraps falling down

Catching in thorns

Blooming sweetly

Yet by any other name

Still a rose

Salted Words

for dVerse

spill my words in a shower of salt

tumbling into the tossing ocean below

flavoring the fords with fanciful lays

and sloshing against the slopping hills

where written words season

immerse, marinate and simmer

bubbling over and spilling again

singing with rushing storied steam