As You Nap


On the hill I’ll fetch a pail
of yellow-tipped daisies.
And by the sea I’ll gather shells
pastel-shaded, willy-nilly.

By your leisure
By your pleasure
My aim soars and dashes
to gather, sweet coalescence,
on your trembling sleep-tugged lashes.


Daddy’s Girl

Like the veil of a bride
Tender falls the night
Around your sleeping head.
The moon as your attendant
Watches with shy pride
While leaves tap on the window —
Harbingers of future courtiers.