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

dozing dream


i fell asleep

and flew above–

the moon was peace

the sun was love

and venus, light,

her eye wide ope

the earth was life

and mars was hope

and beyond mars

’twas so sublime

with twinkling stars

and wrinkling time,

at last i fell

back down to earth–

a dream to tell

for what it’s worth


–photo by aaron