Songs From September

Ecclesiastes 3:1
There is an appointed time for everything.
And there is a time for every event under heaven

SONGS FROM SEPTEMBER

My garden dreams lie
unfinished
under a blanket
of burnt pine needles
and saffron leaves.
Rain without thunder
pelts
the chilled gazebo
and poison-green grass.
Grapevines twine
hemlock trees.
We hunt for pungent fruit
in forest foliage.
A summer reprise of
deep velvet nights
tourmaline days
drive us
to trim bushes
and fill
the wood box.
September has come
too soon,
before summer’s romance
fades
like my rose garden.

Spreading of the Skies~Job 37

RIFT

Sharpened
By millennia,
Furrowed
By torrents,
You claw the earth’s crust
From Madagascar
To the Red Sea.

Squint-eyed,
I peer
Into the equatorial blaze
Where dust devils
Churn red volcanic soil.

In the middle distance,
Cool, thick-shouldered
Longonot rises
Death stalks
On a narrow path;
Ears tuned to lion sighs.

Bleached land seas
Roil over the valley.
South,
Through the heat haze;
Shimmering Mt. Margaret,
Blue skirted Ngong Hills,
Kiss the sky
Forever.

 Fragments of Eternity, Memories of Africa

                                                     From Unpublished Poetry

Wanderlust

All families have stories.
Ours drift from continent to continent
Stops in North America, Breezes through Asia,
Lingers in Africa, Tours Europe,
And returns.
We wandered purposefully
Not called, Sent.
Seeking people,
Longing for everlasting love,
We hold hands with the dying,
Share water with the thirsty,
Pray for hearts wounded by indifference.
Point the way to the true healer
The peacemaker, the lover of souls.