Cool and clear.. this morning here.. songbirds cheer our star.. I reflect on seconds coming.. fated near and far..
Faces from some good times.. special rare and true.. so many times.. places.. friends.. one name for all is ‘You’..
Take me far from city greed deluded.. from the thieving angel just next door.. she cannot see to honor intrude.. man.. a spoiled impatient child scream from before..
Cloud of wonder.. trees.. roots under.. flowers smiling proud.. flows an energy leather to hair.. quiet calm felines roll concrete.. canines attend.. solid melody and verse to share..
Special days successful bring me to a calm.. peaceful lets a love not from before.. compose sweet melodies for verse of love and alms.. a Champaign ocean kisses white sands shore..
Feather pen dipped in the well that has ink of all shades.. colors memories seen in old scenes.. brought from best before in word verse gilded thought.. melodies of love and peaceful green..
‘Poetry without logic is a ‘flower temptress’ picked to enjoy in short resolve’..