Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

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

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

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

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

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

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

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