There is a beauty that
comes from walking a
clover laden field, or a
path in the woods and feeling
the autumn breeze and
smelling the wildflowers.
You are so alive.
There is an aching pain
as sharp and vivid as the
beauty, some knowledge in the
fiber of your spirit, that you
won't hold it forever.
Death walks with you silently.
It bides the times...so patient.
You are aware, so keen to
the fact that if you could
consume the beauty, the
honeysuckle, clover and brilliant
orange and pink of the sunset,
you might put death off for a while.
You do it in the heartbeat of your
sweet green youth, and you
keep walking, eyes wide open.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsFfqF7Cuhc
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read from my recently published books, Sleep Always Calls, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse and Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems. They are all available on Amazon