summer zephyrs

summer zephyrs

ripple through wheat fields

as warm as fresh-baked bread;

they dance in the meadows

spinning up a sweet bouquet;

they gust across the beaches

pausing only to put on some

tanning lotions and oils;

they foreshadow the rain

with an earthen dankness

not unlike nightcrawlers

all over the sidewalks


homespun universe

our minds are

built unique

with a sole

subjective view

you cannot see


the same way

that i do

some say that

it’s a blessing

but some say

it’s a curse–

for every mind

designs a kind

of homespun


–photo by my son, Aaron