Once termites bored
a hole in the holly
on the hill
Now a gnawing holocaust
of emptiness
where once Hollywood
was held
but as time passed
they all knew
that Holly was hallowed
because Holly was hollowed
and soon a beehive came
graced with honey
and the magic of the
queen to
the hallowed hollowed
holy
Holly on the hill.
BLANK CANVAS
A river overburdened
looks to the receiving sea.
An artist wants not newsprint
but blank canvas for his art.
A soul in pain wants
present, listening ears.
A soul in pain wants
a nonjudging heart.
FRUIT STEM
Grasping, clutching
is the fruit stem
holding onto
Mother Tree's hem
When she is strong
she will let go
and not be afraid
to be in the flow