With leaves of green and the livin
A great displeasure to October is
A plan of attack is waiting in the
A strategy is in place as autumn b
An arsenal of brown and a reddish

We lie in the shade of the maple t
My beloved angel of twenty three,
Whose lap is soft as a velvet drea
A quiet brook and a silver stream.
I look into her deep blue contente

Death is Nearing
Death for I know I see thee come
The hour nears so with the rising
I await its pain but soothing comf
To God my prayers I thee consort

Gardens of ancient years,
of seasonal endurance,
of high intelligence
and low mentality,
of humble charity

Supplications
Like arid gardens but
Tears so drenching
Of sorrow so imprinted in the soul
Of desperation speaking

Museum of lofted elegance in space
Formed by the sun and clouds in ha
Paintings hung on the walls of the
Filling the skies as a sacred enli
Works assembled for the poetic eye

As the sentence calls for the prop
Poets make up words like shumber s
As the story sits and waits to mov
Poets laugh and play with words in
They run into the fire

Those roving invisible monsters up
Hiding in the Arctic and everywhe
Those deceiving eyes and laughing
With lungs full of air in the wron
That blow southward with all their

As death settles in
under the frozen dermal covers
deep down beneath the layers and
layers of the energetic soil
with its hindmost armies

The upper left hand corner
of the story of life,
untouched by soiled hands,
of the book written by the almight
and blessed in the

Herman sat down to try out
His new remote.
“How do I turn on the T.V?”
He thought to himself.
“What’s this button for?

Stretching Out
Stretching out over one million, s