Meditation On A Fountain

Meditation On A Fountain

I can barely believe it It’s midsummer again. The fountain in the birdbath Bubbles away, Powered by the sun, Measuring time With irregular beat, And form, That is never the same. Then without warning, Although, in hindsight, I knew, with regular timing, This time of...
Alhambra

Alhambra

Alhambra, red and crimson palace, your towering walls press sated into the  La Sabica Hills.   Silver by starlight and golden by sunlight. Fortress of conquerors, and palace of sultans and kings, Zirites, Nasrites, and Christians all love you.   Their mark...