Like friends
pepper trees grow
in unpromising soil
distill spice for drought dusted tongues
piquant.
Piquant
memories shift
from pain to pleasure
each to each adds measure in time
recalled
Happy New Year!
Beyond the fairy ring
beyond the edge of time
standing in star dust land
free of rime
dressed in blackest velvet
looking to Aurora Waves
covering me in colors, gold
magenta, cyan, and red
shaken loose from her robes
splashed upon my head
grayed with time
and solemn walks
in early morning hours
riding the dawn to day break
slipping into the dusk
with a fling of her hand
sparkling dust.
bentfeather
12/31/05