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death awaits in his black guise
how shall I greet him, invite him,
for he arrives and all stops

 

A Blossom Defiled

a temporary wakening
to a permanent sleep,
fresh drops of innocence
glisten tender blossoms of spring.
but an infectious breeze
will ravish the petals,
a tear not yet found,
an innocence to stray,
then a season commits treason
and takes the rain away.

oh, I so await the autumn!

please dim the scathing light
with refreshing drops of banter,
then may the cold prepare for death
in the passion of the winter.

 

 

The Escape

a couple solemnly walks,
then stopping at a stone;
a winter day's remembrance
of the one who is gone.
the flutter of an eyelash
to send a tear away,
from the fretful fragile source
a reddened cheek to stray.
it crawls along so slowly,
the destination near,
a flit from the frosty lash
sends down another tear.
the second tear to follow,
but captured by a kiss;
the first escapes off the chin
to freefall in the mist

 

untitled & unknown

living upon older days
young faculties to find.
existing in a youthful day
but aged within a mind.

astute is the erudite,
realizing ignorance,
too old to be- too young to see-
aged cognizance

I lean back unto the sky,
so far away my gleaming eye;
I grasp unto a hand of air,
indicative of our despair.

thus I shall exist,
exist within a tree,
a tree which has given
to perspicacity.

but if I didn't breathe
I'd never lose my breath,
and this tree shall never heed
to an utterance of death.

 

 

There for Me

oh stand alone little blossom
bathe in the refreshing rain,
it is an early autumn for you
and winter moves unyieldingly toward.

the change of seasons, colors,
weather, life and death;
and winter has arrived
all too early & clear in heart and mind.

I gaze thru the lovely rain,
my garden smiling, near bloom,
and I need one, there for me,
and after a blossom is laid a seed.

the soothing peaceful rainfall,
the beautiful flowers of spring,
the changing of the seasons,
and a mind's futility.

 

epilogue

now let us end our daydream
as autumn approaches near,
when leaves are falling from the sky
as a soul of doubt and fear.