Seeds of summer

Seeds, like souls drifting

on currents unseen,

living life between,

seeking growth,

swayed by sighs

or excited cries, as

children's hands reach out,

to catch fairies in the sky.

Seeds, like souls fly freely,

seeking fertile lands;

nestling sleepy heads

 in earths nurturing hands.

Listening to deaths deep silence,

awaking to songs of dawn.

Souls, like seeds drifting

ready to be born.

The Birth of Summer

Summer grows within me,

seed as yet unseen,

foetal fluttering fills the womb

like colour fills a dream.

Flowers sleep still softly

in gentle silken curves,

heady scented beauty

waiting to unfurl.

Warm pools fill with river dreams,

such gentle springs adorned, 

with natures gentle lullabies,

to sing a summer born.

Something

Each day comes,

each day goes.

One day,

one time,

no steps to success

or ladders to climb.

Just now. Just me. Just here...

and...

 and... 

and something-

Something else,

something only felt,

each day,
each time,

though nothing is known;

nothing is mine.

Just here. Just now. Just me...

and something..
something else,.

something more sublime.