Song of Spring

The rain is falling on my head
It fills my waning soul
It motivates my spirit guide
Removes all trace of woe
Its music is the song of life
That wakes my sleeping youth
Oh, how I love the rain—but still,
I should probably fix my roof.

Night On Earth

Pirouettes, minarets, farfel and pie
The face of the Moon in a warm autumn sky
The babble of brooks where the great heron stabs
The clicking and clacking of blue scuttle-crabs
Volcanoes and vortexes, wind in the night
Banyan trees bluster by firefly light
Mist in the valleys where old redwoods sleep
Ten thousand years of secrets they keep.