I dream in cursive

With all the stories conjoined

No spaces between 

 Dreams are not fiction

As our waking makes them seem

Neither is more true

 Sun under the clouds

A good day for a rainbow

Storm shaped in colors

 Of all the bad lies

The best are mostly the truth

What folks want to think

Might it be better

If we all had tails - like dogs

Because tails don't lie

 Beware of desire

When the fates want to punish

They answer our prayers

  In a torch-lit cave

A charnel of ancestors

Pictographs above

 in the thin twilight

a loving voice gives comfort

mother's lullaby

 Leaning on the wall

He grins like we've met before

With a nod - Hey now

 You will not see it

With furtive power and grace

The cougar lunges

 As butterflies know

A best path need not be straight

Fortune is random

 Which concerns you more 

The visions from yesterday

Or those imagined

 Seven dappled eggs

Safely in a shaded nest

Chicks will soon emerge

 Salubrious spring!

Tonic for winter's repose

Huzzah for the season!

 A mother quail broods

Her duty greater than fear

She just stares at me

 His nervous lawyers

With more at stake than he has

Lose and he won't pay

 The migrant ospreys

Homeward bound to their aerie

Still there on the snag

 What is more fetching

Than a dog bounding your way

A stick in its mouth?

 Three laughing maidens

Run from the apple orchard

Aprons filled with fruit

 Busy with its worms

Does the robin know itself 

Or measure success

 as i turn a page

in the book of surprises

a chill goes through me

 The folly of speed

Always to arrive sooner

There instead of here

 Gladly of service

Aided by spring's warm increase

I will cultivate

A crow's eye flashes

It knows more of usefulness

Than man has ever

He has placed a gift

Secretly at her doorstep

Will she open it

 Error to error

Brings us closer to answers

But truth no hither 

Tangy - sweet - smoky

You just can’t hurry the blues

Slow as barbecue 

 a restless morning

dreams stumble into the day

a wan moon lingers

 Comparison's child

Suckled at envy's long breast

Never contented

 May is a maiden

Winsome when she is in bloom

Beckoning our gaze