Ionic Green

I have been napping in the shade
Where ash and maple leaves mingle
Together to form a high arbor
That is ornate and finely sculpted

Like a cathedral's vaulted ceiling
Adorned in classical patterns
Of intertwining foliage
I lay in the house of the Lord

As the sun lights leaves and branches
Like large panels of stained glass
In panes of brightness and shadow
I lay like the remains of some dead saint

Arms folded solemnly across my chest
I rest like a relic under a marble altar
In half-light and silence I dream
Beneath a domed sanctuary


              Lyrical Pink

The geraniums and begonias
In baskets hanging from the
Front Porch awning bloom
In half hues of violet

And wash tints of lavender
That Punctuate green leaves
In many places with petals as
Delicate as insect wings

In evening their flowers
Are sunrise in the trees
In a still life of morning light
That is poetry in pigment

              Indian Ink

After sunset the pastel colors
Of summer dresses seems to
Hang above the west horizon

In an evening that undresses slow
Twirling buttons and rubbing seams
Fingering each soft fold of fabric

The sky glows indigo with the faded
Blue of old tattoos that stretch
Across this bare shoulder of night