evolution?

Witch burning night
for once I am home
in the pagan country
where during midsummer
it never gets dark
-
I felt it strongly
when my insomnia
was so very intact
last night

beatic beauty
of high summer's nighs
where adventures
awaits the old and young
at hearts -
when I see my country
like this
I wonder why I left
this - wonderous
little country
with the happiest
people in the world

But in my heart it was
my destiny to go - never
to return to the cradle

I grew up - wiser

Alone but not alone

...this morning on my peregrination
across the fields of blooming vines
I spotted a windfarm of mills
as I trundled further
I had a solitary sensation
of being part of a whole
from before there were people
until now
I saw Carcarsonne
from afar - a fata morgana
albeit - but I know what I saw.
Bucolic area to the max
and talking to the listener...




Carcasonne is over thirty miles
in direct line from where I was
standing.

Nature

No flies means clear skies
many of them and it rains
so when you walk
hear your nature talk
obey it because
it's without flaws
so I am always in awe
of mater's natural law.

thoughts of a garden

tending one's garden demands
patience and practice
making your buds grow
guiding them gently
trim them up the trellis
then prune them well
so that their growth
will be strong
practice and patience
sooner or later
most of the time
your blooms find their way
to climb the lattice,
but even the old gardener
keeps a vigilant eye
then hopes that
the dirt will be full
of wiggly worms aerating
and the rain substantiates
the new crop - strong
independently spouting

Un mardi matinale

Un concert ce matin
dans notre eglise
etait un emerveillement
pour mes oreilles.
C'etait une epreuve.
Les musiciens monumentaux
faisaient la musique
merveilleusement
Un privilege phenomenal
d'un Mardi de Juin.