So you write, to write, you write
day to day, time to time
and the past goes on, continuing into today
and you sit among leaves and history
...
Poetry is my favorite way to express the realities of a life filled with truth, untruth, and all points in between. the further I delve into the world of poetic expression the more gray the world exposes.)
Harvest Moon
So you write, to write, you write
day to day, time to time
and the past goes on, continuing into today
and you sit among leaves and history
and gaze upon the stars
and the fullness of the harvest moon
and wonder...
What’s it all about... where is it to go?
And a tear as gentle as spring rain
and soft as love
trickles down your cheek
find it! Find it man!
Look beyond the stars
and past that white shining moon
that cries out for harvest
look!
To reality, to beauty
to fortune beyond gold
treasured past
and days unfelt, and unencumbered
gone, and saved like the memories
of the stars, and the harvest moon
and thoughts not thought for years
spring forth....
and surprise