Bluebird

on the mesa
clouds gently shake
awaken me
sift snow
bits of
cloud

from nowhere
the bluebird racing
lands before me
regal
on
a
gray
cedar
post 

for the first time
the volcanic land appears pink
a glowing fresh born skin
before me before
the cloaking
snow the
why

the bluebird begins sings his story
of bringing the sun blushing radiant color
to an indistinct land

of bringing snows
from bursting clouds
melting on blue wings mixing
with blue tears
echoes of all songbirds
forgotten music
of all things
blue 

Bluebird
jppestana
2.22.18

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A Sky No More

through the gray

the fields glisten black

deep in slow moving crow

the coyote black in gray rain

lope the road fading gray gone

in these winter fields worn lost in

gypsum mist

the coyote are no more

the crow no more

the gray bleeds through me

through the rain

through a sky

no more

JPPestana

A Sky No More

2/15/18

Blossoms

say camellia to me

say bougainvillea

say the fragrance of

this cool night

is not a dream

of dreams

a piece of

uncharted  

paradise

untouched by my

blossoming

imagination

jppestana

2.3.2018

World of Art

she draws from him
what she can
tiny lines tiny 
sighs
a shy glance
a word here
and there
sometimes his canvas
speaks to her
mesmerizes her
in the room
of dusty light
particles of art
fall from the walls
brush of her
painting
touch

jpestana
2.1.2018