Mother and the Handsome Flowers

(Mother and the Handsome Flowers)

Each hue I flower,
against the bright red berry
aghast the white-light hue,

but for you, and only you,
and your sea-pale iris,
and my love anew;

By siris, and the seeds chattering,
I plead one more soft kiss, tenderly
a smatter across your bed.

(Father and a Bough of Apples)

Against the gamut of soft girl sounds,
and the embrace of a crooked bough,
I reform my memory in its thickets,
to dapple your intricate passage thru,
to wind you home, 'til no cricket lie
along the path
               from your bough to apple.