Contrast

White clouds move across

the blue sky, the green grass.

What we need to know,

simple, uniformity.

Nectar, sweet and saucy

unstable, imperfect.

Breezy messages in

wavelike motion, of

ripples windblown. 

Birds fly free above the

concrete highway.

Silver hued reflection.

Their thoughts are with

Jonathan. 

My thoughts are

with them.

Reviews

[Chris]

Thoughts of Livingston Seagull... and gentle tones.

[Wendy Karasin]

Yes, I wrote these poems very long ago. I'm resurrecting...I've been memoir writing for the last few years. I was wondering if anyone would know who Jonathan was - I'm glad you picked up on him, and gentleness.

[Chris]

It was your writing that brought it to my mind.

[Wendy Karasin]

Then it did its job.