Pastoral Muse

 
Cornsilk unstrung like angel hair
flows in temperate wind gusts
rests on an air pocket and captures
lost moments warmed by eternal flames
of awkward commitment; somewhere
in between a freshwater crocodile’s armor
and a swallowtail butterfly’s wind dust
a spark of natural magic resides resolute
untouched by scientific progress
human encroachment, or climate change
confrontations—just golden tresses floating
breeze-back on inspiration’s flurries.




Hypothalamus Amoure

 
Aligning our circadian rhythms
breading shades and emerging light
we crow at one another, friends
and family discover daily purpose
in quiet, solace in shade, joy
in the moment instinct melds
with detailed knowledge 
providing form to ineffable oaths
making meaning in a world consumed
with electronic gadgets shrewd
investments, and optimum returns;
as we perch on Olympic Mountain
crags awaiting Dawn’s rays to bathe
us with warmth and signal our overtaxed
brains to quit producing melatonin,
internal clocks stimulate tiny cell clusters
processing, influencing maximum mental
and clockwork physical reactions to each other.