snow's delight

water droplets are miraculously transformed as

they fall out from clouds into sculptured snowflakes

each unique on its own but when they fall together

from the sky they turn the horizon white

they fall from above into the crisp Winter winds

then onto rustic colored tree limbs, atop shingles on

roofs, on stalks and atop sleeping petals of flowers

then cover in a white blanket golden blades of grass

when the snowflakes lay to rest on tops of who it’s

befallen, it covers all with an alabaster white by day

on the winter’s rustic hue but in the in the noir of

night it paints a bright white from the moon’s light  

my life's fortune

my life’s journey may not have seen

as many distant lands as you but

i have seen a few and have traversed

places in reveries of my mind having

witnessed pharaohs and having read

the words of shaman and poets, that in

my world, have painted pictures others

have never seen. they’ve shared their

wisdom, filling my heart of melancholy

and lament along with tears that flow

and capture my soul

when this mundane journey of mine ends,

i shall smile having been privileged to visions

unforeseen, listening to mellifluous vibes

and the waft of Nature. having been touched  

and tasted what was for me. the feelings in

my heart of scorn and joy and everlasting

memories, but i am most grateful, for warmth

of an embrace, and the gentleness of love’s kiss

stars watch o'er me

with cool air, the night air falls upon my cheek

i walk outside to look up at the stars trying

to catch the lunar smile, to get a peek

to see if the stars of yore are the same of when

in my toddler years i’d peer up, wide eyed, at the

night sky hovering o’er the pueblo of my origin

back when, still my years were few on earth, i’d

look up in innocence with ‘montanas’ surround

defusing the few lights in adobe casas 

future dreams and aspiration had not yet entered

into  ‘el mente y espiritu’ of a three year old but

even then i recognized the miracle of stars

much love, pain and sorrow of life’s vicissitudes and  

pangs have ridden on my shoulders, now, in this journey

and still, the heavenly warrior, ‘Orion’, hovers o’er me

dawn will soon arrive and the Sun will make dew drops

sparkle t’if the stars of night had fallen from the sky and

critters will awaken to aviary chorus of song

my day begins to this delight where dreams transition

into reveries with eyes wide open, the sun teasing and

tickling flora with its rays and my spirit rejoices the day