January Snow

--this is that sacred flower, "Yellow Flower" WCW

There is a town called Dayton, Ohio.

where in the month of January   snow

covered the recesses where it came down

and was a beauty freedom bellowed for   

while its music playing blows the notes

as though it were a violin and bow

performing as encroached by a shadow

a sacred song of feather and arrow

The Yellow River's tribute to the shore 

 its waters flows to memories then surface

a spectral color light casts on its course

and washes from its afterglow its ores.

Zenith of the golden fountain harbors

The time for even everything is now.

SONNET RIDER

  ribbons of the sunset thrushed with light waves

the vision of a bird is transcendent

it matches for distance its feathers has

descendent and harrowing universe

sedate perturbent at times sad does feel

the earth itself in distance proximate

a coming awakening toward grandeur

it feels what is says in utter silence

then becomes sentient no holds barred

the afternoon thickens its reticence

while I sit here dying for a second

as the shadow had sunk as I push it off

which brought me on a ride in a sonnet

and quicker than it, I jumped on it.