Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream