Song and Dance The moist, fertile breath of March cools my morning face Sparrows cut a ruckus, wings akimbo, in the palm tree while golden honeybees float between pear blossoms, a mini ballet A glint of red in an azure sky, Coast Guard chopper jitterbugs overhead among the lazy background bustle of the city, it all melds together, an outdoor theater for my pleasured senses. Continue reading Morning Meditation 3.19.14
On Delaronde street sweat runs beneath 200 year old oaks and between breasts, over gnarly roots and down the curve of a belly. Words of love, a melody in French, weave through the plumbago screen hiding a pristine white gallery and wafts on down the street, fading into the distant sounds of river traffic. Laughter crackles with the clink of glasses leaking from behind wrought iron, amid the slightly rustling palmettos. Fans and pages turn, sun tanned legs stretch out. The day dissolves into evening. Time to light the candles and pour the wine. _____________________________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub. … Continue reading Another Day On Delaronde
Humidity hangs in the air like a wet dishrag on the kitchen sink, but as the sun breaks over the church steeple, the air becomes more delicate and a slight breeze ruffles the banana leaves. Only a ship’s horn on the river breaks the relative silence of a city morning. Continue reading Morning Meditation
