You grab the spirit I’ll buy the lei and we’ll wiki wiki and meet Santa’s sleigh. Santa’s gonna love the warm and sunny weather cruising in red board shorts and Aloha shirt together. Talking and texting his blackberry clicking eating juicy pineapple the sweet sap sticking making wide trails down past his chin pooling on…

Mickey escorted Minnie in the Xmas Boat Parade cruising in a channel of overcast and rain. As diners ate their burgers with football as their game. Perhaps the stormy weather kept many locked home tight but with my golf umbrellas we watched somewhat dry that night.

Fresh pine scent captures holiday spirit. Santa’s little helpers burn clean fuel. Christmas cheer expires on December 26th. Cards and letters rekindle old friendships. Stores build sales customers erect bills. Charity brings forth a financial statement. Scrooge gets deported to Christmas past. Good spirits make for strange bedfellows. Bring two cups of Christmas cheer. Recession…

is the mist rising in the morning, from green fairways covered with fresh dew. A flock of black Iwa birds circling over a pond brimming with purple and pink lily pads, beneath a blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds, while gentle trade winds provide a welcoming breeze, fanning my skin heated by my enthusiasm.

He is sweating pullets!

for the lemony papaya tangy and sweet, fresh from the tree. For the freshly squeezed orange, frothy and tart. For the Shama’s flutelike song, rich and strong. For the fountain pouring into the spring fed pond, cold and clear. For the way that the Japanese Koi leap out of the water, glistening orange and white…

Happy Thanksgiving!

They are gearing up for New Year’s Eve in November

You are the Silversword high on the cliff of my longing. I suffer when we are apart. Aloof in your lunar terrain your maroon cluster fascinates me. The biting winds challenge my desire shield you from my furry touch. The Hawaiians call you ‘ahinahina. (very gray) You are succulent with your silver hair. I pollinate…

Each day’s purpose to cast the impression. Shape and smooth rough feeling into polished refinement. Spin the wheel of redemption, praying to turn moist clay into art, hardened by the oven of knowledge. An enduring image glazed and signed by the maker.