Raindrops gathering
On lily pads. Water is
The nectar of life.

Raindrops gathering
On lily pads. Water is
The nectar of life.

The purple sweetness
Of wisteria is near
I glance over, shy

Morning or midnight
The rose opens when it’s time
She waits for no one

Two lights looking down
As I’m looking up at them
Perspective matters

It’s a big blue boot
Calling all cowboys to eat
Breakfast on the square
