So well I see will come the day
to woodland edges, only, I will stray
forbidden to me the forests wild
treks restrained to near and mild

Then, later, by a dirt road ditch
to merely stand while muscles twitch
from having to fight off the urge
as result of aging's scourge

Beyond that just trips to town
with car windows all rolled down
merely to catch a whiff or scent
of the woods where I once went

.
sunbeams gentle
slip through the waning clouds
sparkling rain
glissens the grass
tiny rainbows of reflection...

.
And I don't know what to do with myself
deny why I am out in the rain
and wax rhapsodic
of the great outdoors
Or trudge back
into the house of human affairs
that put me here in the first place

.
a mist rises
still held close by the ground
blades soften to textures velvetine...

I'm writing from my memories
for, they tend to lead the way,

to a time where I possessed the keys
but, couldn't sieze the day.

I tremble with embarrassement
it's awkward that I'm me,

as I dilligently pay my dues
others live thier lives "scott free"!

These days, it seems I'm gullible
to think that what I dream,

if my dreams were even possible
we could be on the same team.

All in all, there is great wisdom
in promoting a world that's true,

Dating is not a game
To be played like a toy
It’s not a cat and mouse chase
Among men and women

Dating is not a wine treasury
To quench thirsty desires
It’s not a lust filled vessel
To be tasted like aged old wine

Dating is not to be taken casually
For sports and entertainment
It’s not a stage for performers
Pursuing fame

Dating is a vineyard
Before nuptials
Beholding the wine not its redness
Discerning maturity

I was born of Darkness
my only purpose is
to bring the dark into your life

Evil has rained upon me
day and night
every malignant thought
that comes to me
is to bring the end
to your pathetic world

Speedily I went
leaving devastation in my wake
wave after wave of cruelty
I slammed upon your shores
where you thought
it was safe
eroding all the barriers
which you have put in place

Just as it's lazy demeanor does imply
the trees seem to have been coerced,
by a breeze so nonchalant-like
that it really seems rehearsed.

Yet, in the end it's justified
as the landscape clearly shows,
the leaves have all but vanished
for Winters' breath so fiercly blows!

But, just as every fallen leaf
becomes a resident on the ground,
we all would adapt to the situation
so, food and shelter must be found;

Your unique omelets
Fascinate me. Like your sex
Always exotic

CONFLUENCE

So we’re told, by those who hold
The view, that earthly strings
Will overpower the pull of love
On all celestial things-
But, by some paradox, around the equinox,
No power in the stars
Could prevent the confluence
Of Mercury, Uranus and Mars.

For Mercury, of fire born-
Quicksilver, much maligned-
Uranus, so distant,
Was the last to be aligned-
Now, in Mars, this triad of stars
Has found its human face:
The pull of love, that once seemed faint,
Has drawn them to this place…

"The contours of earth
Are the roads traveled in life
Searching for our place"

Just memory now, the cold March wind
which made the bare trees sway and bend
tossing sedge fields into waving seas
causing early mornings' puddle freeze.

For now April has half worn out
and spring is blossoming about.
The days of dawning frosts are done
replaced by dewy sequins in the sun.

We'll greet the warm days while they last
for the southern heat approaches fast.
Ere long we'll mourn the cold that's lost
and yearn for return of autumn's frost.