Wind through cottonwoods
Rustling on summers breeze
Green against blue sky
Giving shade from noonday sun
Time for a long siesta
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wind through cottonwoods
Rustling on summers breeze
Green against blue sky
Giving shade from noonday sun
Time for a long siesta
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Icy froth crashes over unshod feet,
Numbing and cramping as they slowly sink into sea-washed sand,
Pant legs soaked with limitless brine.
The gale whips up waves dressed in white one after another,
Chilling me to the bone with cold excitement,
Breath and spirit become one with the undulation.
Sting of salt spray does not deter as I spy the fractured horizon,
Dreaming of serving on the distant freighter
Rising and falling with the swells on it’s way to exotic ports.
What better life is there than to work shoulder-to-shoulder with your brethren
Under sun and on sea,
Conjoined with the natural forces overhead and underfoot.
Were it not for you my love– this destiny I would have fulfilled,
But alas…it was not to be,
For I love you more than the sand, the sun and the sea.
So here I stand,
Looking out on what might have been,
Joyful for what is
And content with what will be.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dawn breaks black to blue
Stars fight the coming sunrise
A death match of sorts
Anxiety of night wanes
Relinquishing to the day
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Spring floats on warm breeze
Golden rays bronze winters pale
Reincarnation
Rebirth of blossoming soul
Natures call awakening
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cerulean sky
Blackbirds singing in willow
Warm sun on my face
Perfect time for reflection
Under natures pergola
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
How subtle the wind blows through my hair,
Like the gentle caress of a lover’s fingers.
I close my eyes, breathing deeply to draw in my ladies scent,
Warmth rushes my face as her sun shines down upon me,
Is there any sensation more wonderful to the soul.
Sparrows melodic song taunts my feet to tapping,
Keeping time, as though the conductor of natures choir.
Swooping with grace and tenacity I spy the redtail hawk as it startles it’s prey,
Continuing a circle of life that long predates me,
Beautiful yet disturbing in it’s raw aggression,
I remain undeterred by my love and admiration.
The river before me rages rapid over falls and boulder,
Sparkling like the queen she is at her coronation,
Teaming with sockeye driven by their spawn,
As I by the serenity of the wonders around me.
Is not the hand of God most perfect in the wielding of his tools,
Neither man nor science could compare.
I lay down in prayer and praise,
To honor and preserve this masterpiece called earth,
For the generations that surely will follow me.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The crimson sky fumes with the rage of desert summer,
Turning springs flowers of gold and lavender to tawny dust.
Scorpion and rattler laze in awe,
Cherishing the warmth of the arid sun.
Cacti dot the plains, green and angry,
Breaking the monotony of the monochrome landscape.
Beneath even the most lovely of spouts lays a heart of bramble,
Drawing first blood from all but the sturdiest patron.
Lonesome ballads of the song dog eclipse the dark silence,
Howling teardrops rain upon the parched surface.
Rife with dwellers only dreamt of in nightmares,
Exotic, ghoulish, yet beautiful,
A vista both barren and thriving beckons.
Calling the adventurous to pay homage,
Genuflecting in respect to this alien canvas.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~