Dog Day Wishes

Dawn-sallowed willow hangs down a creek,

Caresses my resting, tear-kissed cheek.

In yawning dawn, which breaks anew:

Wallows my mellow, dirt-stained sleep.

My frothing broth which, bubbling, sings

Rain-bowed herbs to rain-caught dreams.

This willow, forgoes my welcome, speaks:

Come hither child, and cradle me.

River ebbs and crests to be

The longing call from languid sea.

I grasp warm wood and, hoping, dream

For dog days free from broken sleep.