Though small, you singIn bright splashes of sound.You carry melodies that birds Have sung in passing.You hold golden notes Of sunlight in your centersTrill soprano/alto harmonies.
Pink Begonia
Red Jar
The clouds drift by In the hot clear skyA shade of pale white blue.Reflected in a potter's jarWho brought his clay from the river farAway and stained it fire red.The jar, a fountain bubbling cool,Breaks the potter's holding ruleInstead spouts drink for roses pink.
Leaf Lighted
White bright July sunRoasting, drying,Baking, frying,Burning, beaming down Melting, cookingLighting, shining,Growing, ripening,Blessing, beaming down.Coloring, illuminating!
