A Waltz Wave: Mountain Tops

First
time I
view
mountain
tops cloudless,
the sun
on
snow blinds
me, yet I
miss mystery
of the mist-
clothed peak,
which
reminds
me of the
hidden
one
that I
seek.

written 10/23/2009

Chameleon, a Pleiades

Chartreuse lizard slowly

Climbs on porch seeking a

Catnap, but startled he turns

Coffee to match the planks'

Color, puffs up his sub-

Chin dewlap to warn us:

”Caution! I might inflate!”

The Sun Kisses

The sun kisses what it loves
And leaves the rest to shadow:
The open rose sharing its fragrance and pollen
More than the tightly curled bud,
The leaves of trees more than their rough trunks,
The roofs of houses more than their portals,
Bell towers more than the stone plaza below,
Laundry hung out to dry
Shaking a clean scent into gusts of wind
More than the neatly folded clothes in drawers.
Your upturned face more than the pockets of your trousers.

written November 2009