[WayzataJOHNN]

Warm, my old bones love the warm
yet shun the humidity swift
so the movie house, a coffee house
an air-conditioned lair
where I can hide without care
till the sun glow is douse
by nights shifting lift
amid the hurry of star swarms

[Soaring Feather]

Zephyr the warm wind
caresses her bare shoulders
lifts wisps of hair across
her face and gently touches
the gauze of her garment
billowing like an airship

while the stars gather to watch
aurora’s coloured hair wave
over the Northern sky, as
Saturn's rings becomes
an astral slide for night lovers
bowing to the beauty of
Cassiopeia's realm.