..they echo now,
all around the big chair...

...and, I shiver as
I watch the last leaf fall...

Starzec of the earth
gnarled limbs stretch out in greeting...

Morning hush
greets sun's first gentle blush...

I once was a feather
that clung to the leaf...

Winter
cold and frosty mornings...

With sandals and beards
the Mozart lovers huddle...

In the shelter of my mind
through the window of my eyes...

I often wonder,
generally around 2.00 am...

In yonder meadow flowers bloom
cascading hues and sweet perfume...

The headlines today
told us all that Rob Kardashian...

Perhaps I have become
immune to inclement...