Each blue flag Iris, standing strong in the windstorm, dancing on its own
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Each blue flag Iris, standing strong in the windstorm, dancing on its own
More than just words on a document -
inked carefully in feathered pen -
The seeds of an idea, where a nation begins
It seems elusive: the yellow Sweet Pea flower's an experiment
Wayne Shorter's jazz experiments with odd sounds; music from the ground
Fingers dipped in paint on a canvas of ideas, the mess is the art
Atop the tumble and the roar you can't ignore, the waterfall falls
Feathered bombardiers and quick aerial artists, swallows swallow bugs
A sweltering heat burrows down into the skin, where summer begins
Crisp and clear today, the sunshine dazzles our eyes and flowers, surprise
for Algot
Ferns curl at their edges, like children in the deep night folding up for sleep
Sticks on a river, riding eddies and currents, pooling together