Starbursts

Starburst among the greenery, Shaking from unseen breeze. Waiting for a bumbling honeybee, To dust linen pedals with pollen. A simple act so far removed, From the symphony of my own organic body. Two galaxies spinning just beyond reach, Watching each other so fascinated. -M.E. InkOwl

Wisdom of a Stone

Warm my skin beneath the sun, Hear a raven call from rocky point. Ribbon each stone with history bright, And dance between shadowy forms. Lick the dust of millennia gone by, And close your eyes before night has come. Listen to stars fall and galaxies pass, As the world speaks of memorial gold. Learn from … More Wisdom of a Stone

Raspberry Pines

Shrink me down to thimble size, And let me dance among the wild grasses green. With a needle as my sword and wood chip as my shield, I will battle any spider or ant who may get in my way. A forest of raspberry pines to I seek, To lose my thoughts and taste within. … More Raspberry Pines

Beyond the Tide

I crave a new perspective, With different horizons and a tasteful air. Run with me to where gulls cry, And a vast sea stretches beyond the reaches of our eyes. We can turn with the pelicans and bask by singing seals, Follow me out onto a rickety peer where the water laps at our feet. … More Beyond the Tide

August Adventures

Watching and wait for a signal to be struck, Listen close for a thrumming drum. Tis the height of Summer, and its heat bests us all, So while the world hides away look with me to the west. There’s a myriad of adventures just waiting, Between the rising moon and falling sun. -M.E. InkOwl

Honey Bee

Oh that I could be as industrious as thee, Upon the bloom of this waving thistle. But I am beside myself with much upon my mind, As sun’s rays flood all with inexhaustible heat. May your wings never cease to beat, As you collect the stuff of life from its bed. While I sit here … More Honey Bee

Summer’s Descent

Walk in a summer haze with dust upon our hands, Let the Summer heat make our forms waver, That we can reach to the sky above. Breathe in dry grass and pheasant cry, And whirl above barbed wire fences and dandelion seeds. Our spines will shiver along the dollar green coins of each mighty poplar … More Summer’s Descent

Ode to Lavender

Upon this cool earth do I find myself, Eyes following the waving lavender. Sweet is the air around my head, My ears buzzing with the gentle hum of honey bees. Purple and blue tip stalks so green do I see, I almost cry at the vivid hues. But then the smell comes drifting down, Stroking … More Ode to Lavender