I just feel like burrowing under the blankets...

Atop the reclining

easy chair and sleeping
until rites of spring
and flight of bumblebee
make a debut appearance
while simultaneously

listening out for the firebird suite.

I weft my heart in San Francisco
though through a time warp,
Oakland found me daughter
a high achiever
hive got to tell you
without droning on
this human bee ying
found himself busy as a beaver
building a lodge,
(a dome-shaped structure
constructed from branches,
twigs, stones, and mud,
usually situated in open water
for protection from predators)
utilizing their sharp,
self-sharpening teeth
(analogous to a meat cleaver)
to cut trees,
drag materials to the site,
and layer them
to manage water flow,
yours truly as a dreamweaver,
videlicet "Warp and woof"
(or "warp and weft")

refers to the two sets of threads
used in weaving:
the warp (longitudinal/vertical)
and the woof/weft
(transverse/horizontal)

often working in tandem
collaboratively as a family
which exhausting task

afterwards found me rehearsing
for Saturday night fever
(at the local Dam Jam),

which energy intensive activities
affected me courtesy,
especially afterwards
after conking out

witnessed remembering
dribs and drabs

and trying in vain
to remember dreams
applying hypnosis as a lever.

No matter vernal equinox
Fri, Mar 20, 2026, 10:46 AM
exactly four Fridays from today
February 20th, 2026
bitta bing bitta bang

one can right now,
unlike my usually
trenchant literary librettos,
I regale the unknown
(tum me) reader
for savoir faire articulation,
elocution, and indomitable
tour de force proffered
by spectrum of bounteous
expropriated hegemony
rightful to Mother Nature.

A Place Revisited Within The Mind
(an illusory escape during dead of winter).

The shafts of a golden veil,
spring sun at noon
break through the heavily coated
overgrowth of leafy foliage
and cause shadows
spar upon forest floor.

In a field of wild
a mosaic of crystalline color
from prismatic play of sunshine
upon the silently talking heads
of the swaying stalks.
the scintillating and sparkling rays
in unison with the weft
(and warp across
an invisible loom)
weaves a delicious
tasting warm breeze,
(which sways the boughs

of treetops to and fro,
akin to an unseen baby being cradled)
brings a ladled spate of cool freshness
from the madcap world (webbed wide)
of a manmade existence.

The grandeur of the
fallow spring meadow
a pageant of exquisite dignity
by the graceful movements
from the un-choreographed fall and rise
of the unplowed acres
eyes orbit, ear re: Canal,
and twitching nostrils of sensate beings
to the mellifluous sounds
and sweet smelling aromas
that gently teasingly
assault the senses
beguiling the sight,
and lulling ears into a transcendent state.

A buoyant airy tonal plume
rises into the
surrounding wuthering heights
touches the breadth of cerulean sky
and scythe lent lee
gently tumbles back down
like a merry widow
waltzing flowery waterfall.

In quiet circumspection
the antics sans plethora
of buzzfeed ding
busily buzzing foraging insects,
which contentedly hum and alight nearby
flitting to and fro
hither and yon
oblivious to plaudits encore
harmoniously thriving
within the living laboratory
of Mother Nature,
sans, Insects or Insecta are by far
count as the largest group of
hexapod invertebrates
within the arthropod phylum,
where simultaneously
underneath the earthen surface
the ground tis a bustle with
glorious heart throb
of one micro universe
comprising architects,
builders and weavers
engaged in all manner
of natural devices for a livelihood.

This brilliant splendor tantamount
to top notch operatic performance,
a sensational visual and audiological feast
hypnotizing one humble human (me)
into an inebriated state of bliss.