illustration by Cindie Flannigan
Pharaohs and phalanxes, Caesars of Rome
Far-away soldiers longing for home
Battles and brandishments, cannon-shot fire
Beware hooded Death in the trench and the mire.
Witches of midnight, Goddess of Spring,
Corinthian columns and vases of Ming.
Orchards of sunfruit that ripen the sky
Feed earthbound children learning to fly.
illustration by Cindie Flannigan
And now the warm winds come
As they always do
After the storm
To dry off the leaves
And send them out to play
And we will soon follow
Into the warm, windy, sunny day
Which is surely always
The best time to play.
illustration by Cindie Flannigan
I think that something’s going on
The house feels like it’s moving
I hear a slimy kind of sound
Some biting and some chewing
And maybe something colorful
Just slid across the roof
Something big and round
And kinda spirally and smooth
There might be some antennae
And a couple eyes on stalks
I wonder if this thing
Knows how to pick my front door locks
Oh well, it’s probably nothing
I’ll just get back to my darts
It’s not like giant rainbow snails
Live around these parts
Anymore.
illustration by Cindie Flannagan
Clair de Lune looked up at the moon
While the wind whispered high in the trees
And the blue light of stars
Lit the valley afar
As it slept in the warm summer breeze.
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