a Fevered Mind

Petals in the pines…I have come here…once again

with your loving colors for the fevered mind

And, the circling of blackbirds to speak to me of the shape I am in

A little girl’s dream of…

lime and lemon hue

Spinning in the dance under the moon’s harvest

and

the autumn of sun’s riches

New Leaf

The mountains are turning a…summer setting gold.

A time for

letting my hair down

to bask in what the forest beholds.

There can be no denial from

the frosty aches

the chill from bent knee.

I take comfort from primitive slopes under

wildflowers and giant shrubberies.

Turning over maple leaf…brittle is the recovery.

Running Down a Memory

When chasing a memory, I concede!

A wanting for everything.imageedit_5_3071766003

Everything it should have been.

If I amble after a flashback…too far

It will surely run me back.

A tackle-box  of strangeness from the past.

wheels in motion

fresh cut grass

the fur lined evergreens reeking of purity.

Inflamed by all that is good to remain.

I chase the postcard distance for a sense of glory.

Dignity, however, has only one expression among the tall peaks.

Nothing to glamorize.

No memory is free.