I thought the word was marvelous
and so, I wrote it down
Then I looked to see
and the word was really miraculous
Now, what do I do?
I just change the word I thought was marvelous
to make it miraculous
and send it right off to you.

Now, before I send it this time
I will check to make quite sure
that it really is miraculous
and not marvelous
so, I can change it before I do

It is a simple morning
a far-off wind chime meditates as
a Kingfisher chuffs, untroubled
it dives along the lake surface

I have deeper thoughts
simplicity aside, I am complex
wondering how a bird, so flamboyant
honors a solitary life, a bohemian

I sit in my lone chair
as the bird circles above the water
the wedding of two shades
of iridescent blue, an awaiting bliss

soon the lake will freeze
the Kingfisher will take to flight
and I will spot the Mallards
huddled together beneath the

Shy eyes soft and pleading,
Unaware you are,
Of my love for you,
Grace me with your sweet voice,
To calm my trembling heart,
Grace me with your touch,
To ease my aching torment,
My days are shadowed with nightly thoughts,
And dreams crumble at your feet,
As do I,
In my silence,
I pledge my love for you,
In my stillness,
I vow to render myself your heart's worship,
Your desires are the rains,
And I thirst in maddening plight,
So pour upon me,
Embrace me,
Drop by drop,

Four in the morning I step out the door
The sky transparent and free of clouds
Stars up in their forever homes twinkling
Slightly diminished by light of full moon

Full as she is, she’ll make no escape
Along comes the dark wolf, his jaws are agape
I sit and I watch him devour her glow
Crescent now waning, as his umbra grows

Smaller and smaller, until she’s so thin
Her last light resembles a secretive grin
Good for the wolf, sated at last
Meals don’t come often and make escape fast