A Poet's Haven

My lovely nymph tends to blush…When she sees me smilingly staring…I can not help myself, you see…I always tell her how beautiful she is…Today she adorns herself in the colors of autumn..More so the last weeks of summer’s transition…She loses herself in the movements of dance…Sometimes it is more of a prance…Her graceful movements as…

I know it’s rude to stare, or so I have been told…Yet I watched as she spun and danced…To the sounds of this beautiful morning…The crashing waves, and the breeze…As it whispered and whistled in rhythm…There was a time when I moved with such grace…Those days are long gone…The beauty and simple pleasures of movement…I…

“ She would talk and I would listen… “ She created such beautiful images with her words… I began to feel as if I was a part of her life… I mean as if I was actually there at the very moment… She spoke of her horses and how she loved to ride… I began…

Those dog days of summer have come and gone… The nightly temps are dropping as well… Daily highs are drooping ever lower… I popped open a trunk of sweaters and jackets… Found the one you loved so much… It brought out the color in my eyes or so you said… I picked it up and…

It was on a late September Morning… A beautiful chill was in the air… As I sat outdoors at my favorite haunt… With my cup in hand… It was then our eyes crossed… She had a beautiful flirtatious smile… Within that moment I became lost in time… My heart fluttered… My soul smiled… My eyes…

With cup in hand, I ventured out into the first, cold morning of Autumn… I felt the her cold breath upon my neck, as a murder took flight… With a fluttering of mostly auburn leaves, like the color of her hair… As I moseyed around the little trails, worned into the forest around me… Listening…

It seemed as if we lived through eons before we learned to write… We seemed to be driven to wander or search for someone missing… An ache that would not go away as if it were an adiction… A very old woman in my village shared this with me… “ I have witnessed within you,…

The Story Of You It’s a story of what I have become… It’s a story of all the people I have come to know… It’s a story entwined with poetry and images… As the story unfolded You said it was because I kept leaving… You never asked why… You never gave me a reason to…

Old Sirius has gone to sleep… Now linger through those dog days come September… As I traverse the back roads…  I notice all the ponds are down.. Too little rain for half way through our season…. I stop at my usual haunts, fruits and vegetable stands… Georgia Peaches are everywhere… Big Boy Tomatoes are a…