Poppies

Brave souls of impoverished soil
potent charms
who bring ecstatic dreams

Field of Dreams


Dreams take shape slowly
emerging from soft surroundings
an impression forms, staking claim on hope.

Wishes


Scatter your wishes
farther than your feet will ever travel.
Dream dreams bigger than the universe.

Sleeping Garden

Down in the field the garden bed sleeps
dreaming of rain, flowers and food
and knowledgeable hands that coax and groom.

Ridge


Just over the ridge
reside my dreams of Spring.
Leafy trees and blooming things;
the sun’s warm embrace,  kisses on my face.

Cone Flowers

Gone are the purple petal skirts and crowns of gold
but your beauty and grace remain
and will be scattered by the wind.

Sunday Mountain

The Great Spirit resides here, peacefully presiding over us.
The wind still holds the echos of the Abenaki’s footsteps.
The soil cradles our carefully tended dreams.

Rest

Until the crops have given their full yield
you may rest in the high weeds with the moon flower.
When it is time to till again you will carry the full weight of a man and his dreams.

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