Seasons changed
And the trees sighed,
There tears were many
Leaves were green,
But as nature yearned,
At the loss of the seasons
Spring,
Summer,
Now seeing it change
Autumn,
Winter,
Brought different shades,
Tears falling
From up on high,
These were tears that nature
Held on to till to late,
Red,
Yellow,
Purple,
And
Brown,
Were falling, as wind blew
The tears on nature did
Fall,
Upon the
Ground,
Naked of foliage,
All the beauty had fallen
Tears Decayed on the ground
Nourishing the soil
Tears of old
Bring new life from,
What had fell seasons before,
Waiting for the change
Of seasons
To bring the beauty, to once again grow.

If being contemporary means up to date
I think I'd rather be out of date

*~Marian~

Breath in
Breath out
Breath in
Breath out
Peace in
Stress out

Peace in
Peace out

Serenity in
Serenity out

Love in
Love out

Compassion in
Compassion out

Bliss
And the mind is silent


...

For all the lady poets
whose songs are sung
who dance on fire
when the night comes
who are willing to
go to the heart of the matter,
whose desires erupt
behind the smile
who hold secrets
and shadows,
who can turn you
into slick wet stone
with one word,
one look
one touch
one tap on the shoulder.

Who hold you between
their finger tips
roll you into a
tightening knot of
desire and fear and apprehension
and
bring home your reality
far too clear.

For all the lady poets
who know you too well
who know that shell
who can crack you
in a moment
and never look back
or
love you into life
or
leave you child like
stammering and wondering.

For all the lady poets
who love you too well
who are with you
for the moment,
know your
heaven and hell
and
open their words on these pages
a sweet treat
a sweet longing
a sweet surrender
the lady poets
can spin you
twist you
and
put you back on top.

The lady poets
hold the keys
have the words,
vast universes inside,
hold on
it's an exquisite ride
better buckle up
hunker down
hold on tight
without the lady poets
I'd never make it through the night.