the infinite or ode to e.e. cummings

i thank you God for this amazing
day;for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
-e.e. cummings


There are
moments
when
the
whole
of
it
all
is
saying
yes.
You
accept
this
invitation
and
frequent
souls
you
haven't
met
in
some
time.
But
they
have
always
been
there.
The
echo
of
it
all
shall
remain.
First,
and
foremost,
in
the
center
of
your
being.

Indian Summer

Last night,
was a night,
that,
as
a
kid,
I would
play
kick
the
can.
The
whole
neighborhood
would
turn
out.
We
would
wage
our
battle
in
my
Family's
yard.
Skinned
knees
and
tanned
skin
reminding
us
of
a
well
lived
summer.
In
the
hazy
glow
of
nightfall
we
would
hide
in
our
favorite
places.
Skin
glistening
with
sweat,
crickets
chirping,
adreline
racing
through
veins.
The
sound
of
the
can
clattering
on
concrete;
awaking
all
of
us
to
come
from
hiding.
Our
voices
would
fill
the
night
air
as
fireflies
danced.

Koi and Pond Fish

Black Hollyhock

A Kiss that Sends Me

You placed
your lips
upon mine
and I was
instantly
transported.
Well,
maybe
not
so
much
transported
But
so
intent
on
the
moment
that
time
ceased
and
noise
disappeared
and
I
fell
into
your
pools
of
dark
brown
eyes
And
in
this
charmed
life
I
kissed
you
again.
You
shall
linger.
For
quite
some
time.
I'm
counting
on
it.

Indian Summer

Korean Angelica

end of summer