I sit in the sun
The warm loving sun
And yet curse its radiant rays
I hear the quiet chatter of the birds
But cover my ears in dismay
The palm fronds sway in the breeze
Brushing the painted sky
Yet i would quickly trade it all
To sate a longing sigh

I miss the green, the gray the blue
The mist that covered the ground
The rain, the blessed pouring rain
That made such a calming sound
The mountains that climbed into the sky
On my every side surround

Were Angels sleeping
over land of rising Sun
when tsunami struck?

God Is Must

God is a must entity,
In his unique form,
In order to cement folks
Similarly torn,
As all on earth
Who are born
Need the glue
To stick to
And
Hope that all knew.

Tsunamis shall come and go
God will surface time and again,
You and I may not remain
But the earth shall
The futures contain.

The air still cold
from frost's final death
mornings feel old
in winter's ending breath

clearing space and marking out
new places wide enough apart
for apple trees to stand about
and get a good resounding start

then will come the heavy lifting,
tearing up the grass with tiller
digging, shoveling and planting
until each tree stands as a pillar

and afterwards the careful pruning,
spacing, watering and waiting
slow years of watchful caring
for a future's harvesting,