Clown Child
Flowers and stars
Swimming in seas of
Silken golds
And midnight blues ~
Tiny bells swing
From a double-peeked cap ~
A golden frill
Like lacey foam
Drifts across the shoulders ~
And the tiny white
Alabaster face
Seems to drown
In the colours of
A clown
Boats in the Vineyard
Strange to find boats
Up-ended
In a sprawling landscape of colour
But to find
A sliver of nature
Inside
Is worth the art of
A smile
Timeless Smile
He may be lifeless
Stored in a corner of time
Locked in a landscape
But each day I pass him by
There is always a warm smile