consider
the field is never always smooth;
there are times that the grass turns brown
and the flowers wilt and their petals
return to the ground
…consider these things…
what was a frolicing maid becomes a hag;
the virulent man shrivels and becomes incapable
and so the sky, never always clear and boundless
and so the clouds, not always childhood pleasantries
but they come into chaos and dreariness
and pile dollops of dark humor
and so our lives,
darlings, O sweet ones -
regard these things well -
and so our lives too pass from radiant days
to gasp below dreary shades
from a happy, happy song to a dirge over the dale –
and not all our rosaries and beads and prayers and faith
nothing will halt, in spite of stories they recite,
nothing will halt the sun and the passage of time
and so like the artist it is best to observe
like the artist in the field
capture the moment, savor the life
and if anything, make of one’s life a beauty
that others may pause to gaze at
as pausing to gaze at a rose, the cherry blossoms…
be you makers of beauty,
darlings, O darlings, consider these things
O sweet ones…

Frank fraternized with females
frolicing, flirting, fun
fantastic, fanciful feelings
Fabricating fantasies

A flower sways upon a rolling hill
Basking in the sun
She has quenched her thirst with the morning dew
And her day has just begun

The flower stands tall and proud of her petals
As they compliment the meadow
When suddenly upon the hill
She sees a dancing shadow

A young child comes frolicing toward her
And upon her petals the child stares
She pulls her face up to the flower's eye
And envelops it within her hairs

The child caresses her nose upon the petals
and takes a giant whiff
The flower fears what could possibly happen
And her stem becomes stiff

The child wraps her hand around the flower's base
And thrusts upward with a pluck
The flower has been free'd from the ground
And is no longer stuck

Her beauty has brought a child happiness
But at what cost?
Taken from her home
The flower is now lost

In the distance the child's mother is calling
And the child beings to sprint towards the voice
The flower slips through the child's fingers
And she leaves it behind by choice

The flower travels with the wind
Gliding through the sky
The sight is so beautiful
Who knew flowers could fly

The gust of wind softens
And she falls back to the grass
She lay there taking it all in
Back home alas

She realizes she has little time
Before her petals wither away
So she lay there basking in the sun
Enjoying her last day

She does not groan or weep
But glances at the leaves on the trees
For a flower without water
Can still feel the breeze

Whats happened to all
"The little things in life"?
Am I the only one who takes in a breath of appreciation for my surroundings?
Am I alone amongst the foliage and canapay of nature? Loving its raw beauty, with all it has to offer.
I just long to get amongst it
From frolicing through a field, falling, laughing in fits of pure joy.
Splashing, paddling, shrieking with excitement amongst the cooling waves.
To sitting in silence, watching the tranqual change from day to night. Colours with such vibrance and flavor I can't help but get lost in time.

The Butterfly Wallows

Black petals of goodbyes embellished the ground
The pinkness goes away as the sun is setting
light begins to disappear as it is drowned
The tides show no chance of forgetting
When you flew away beyond where I can be
The heat of the cold  appeared  
As the darkness washes over the blue sea
Every speck of existence has been cleared
Longing for the light to be spared
But the Fates have cut the thread
The flowing streams show who cared
Now there is a heavy heart of lead

Nostalgia for the past settles in
When reality begins to show
The sun burnt out before all could begin
And now my precious gem doesn’t glow
A symbol of love hides in the trees
Bringing the longing for the drums beat
But what still exists are the memories
Back when the bitter world was sweet
In the two blue seas it is easy to get lost
And the warmth steals all five senses
The music melted all the frost
Never anything ever tenses

Frolicing in the vibrantly colored meadows
All alone surrounded in undying love
Where benign words of eternity echoes
As a gentle touch is all that was thought of
The butterflies dance with the sun shining down
With fading light a  passionate rendezvous takes place
Bringing the wistfulness where  she is to drown
Getting lost in the stars of the alluring face  
Together the symbol of love is embedded in the tree
The symbol of infinity following
Unknowing of what the ending would be
The butterfly wouldn’t be saved from wallowing

Saw you and your eyes were telling me
How I should look up and see
The beautiful sky spread above the sea
It is never alone though seemingly empty

At day there's the sun embracing; the clouds frolicing
At night the moon, with stars that are dangling

You were smiling and your eyes turned lines
Your warm soul laughed; my sadness faded
Seemingly closed as it hides
Thoughts of loneliness ended

Xie xie ni yi xiang

From the saltwater kissing my skin as i sit with a bud light in hand
to the late night windows down drives blasting florida-georgia line
remnants of banana boat sun tan oil still tickling my nose
The crickets humming to the constellations on them backroads
Free as an eagle frolicing the night away
Wonderful miracles circle the air reminding us of earlier that day

The waves hugging the shore always returning without hesitation
feeling like a mermaid gliding through the tides of tomorrow
sand hiding between my toes and the salty air playing with my long hair
trucks line the beach as the guys throw the ball
Dancing to Luke Bryan while our responsibilities remain on the dunes
Watermelon exciting my mouth in the utmost wonderful way

Oh the rope by the river as we all swing into the water letting it all fly away
Driving the big bear was always a challenge riding through the puddles
Sun brushing my skin in the most elysian way
Forever in this moment of grace and serenity
A serendipity truly, Fate knocked i answered
Sempiternal memories remain

Quite mild winter weather bourne this way
within environs of Perkiomen Valley
since latter months of 2021,
but also since me
January 13th, 2022 birthday,
I predict minimal snowfall
for remainder of 2022 winter,
what with just couple weeks
until Spring Equinox.

Within lil more'n a fortnight,
as tempestuous slam
dunk March madness closes curtain call
“in like a lion, out like a lamb,”
twill hove tested survivability,
asper flora, thru harsh winter, and

those most see ring robust will pass exam
unbridled love bursting asunder
cavorting, frolicing, instigating
wham bam thank you ma'am
lollygagging, orchestrating, romancing

while birds and bees pollinate jam
ming, humming, fostering sensational slam
dance, where flora lifts, wafts, and yawps
invoke warble, gurgle,
burble from baby in pram.

Meanwhile latent Mother Earth
quite pregnant with
multifarious potent new life
vermilion, violet ready to burst

asunder from Gaia's girth
dramatically altering landscape
with expectant birth
of animal and plant species distilled

within crucible, sans terra firma hearth
quite a contrast, when
polar vortex wrought dearth
whence Spring begets plenti
kindling, snapchatting, and twittering mirth.

Also uniquely designed hue man
denizens of every stripe nurse
tender affection expressing
amorous poetry and verse
rejoicing, the dead of winter,

and attendant frostbite curse
frozen folks felled, thence carried
away in horse drawn hearse,
where heavy grief ameliorated
as natural holistic

narcotic brings pacific
balm, calm, and psalm snapping,
crackling, and popping
wide web with electric
ambient ancient, yet contemporary music

punctuating the air with lulling lyric
since time immemorial
recognized as greatest soporific
equally savored, whether
devout or atheistic
nonpareil eclectic dreamy

harmonic melange cathartic
aural, diurnal, integral
quintessentially converging harmonic,
democratic, and anthemic
congregation replete with fantastic
incorporation, viz diversity galactic!

Barely alive.
Lost on a mountain once known
Hunger fades as emotions become numb
This is it.
Not quite what was expected
Still a calm.
Accepting.
There is no way back,
No fight left.
Eyes close for what
Feels like the last time.
All grows silent.

Awaken.
Am I dead?
Everything is white.
Wait, is it only my eyes adjusting?
Recognizing the voice of birds,
A strange noise is heard
Somewhere in the distance.
Still confused,
Yet the sound is known.
Laughter.

But who could be out here
So far from everything familiar?
Am I hallucinating?
No.
The sound grows louder, closer
Someone is here.
How can this be?
Slowly rising to my feet
Drawing nearer to the source,
The way is lead beyond all control.

Frolicing.
A child runs through the fields
Giggling, she is being chased.
A mother closeley behind
Allowing her to stay just ahead.
As they draw closer,
I am still unnoticed
Then it happens.
Eyes lock with the elder of the two
Frozen in place.
Body knowing not how to react
To the vision at hand.

Face to Face,
No words exchanged.
All is said from a look alone
Feeling inside a warmth unexplained.
Knowing now I am not
Alone in this wilderness,
Seeing everything in eyes so deep
They begin to skip away.
Following suite.
Like it was supposed to be this way.
I have been found.

I breathe in Green.

Green eyes dance across the bay,
A forgiving light reaches out.
Frolicing reflections on the black bay floor,
Telling me to go.

A tranquil forest stares back.
Dull brown of the trees like your hair
Falling flat on your face while you sleep.

Green is a word I can’t remember.
Always on the tip of my tongue,
But Green is one moment away from slipping out,
Filling the whole room with words so thick and full of volume,
You have to cut through it to breathe.

Green is the sentence between
The distanced parentheses,
But Green is not an afterthought.

And in every life, you are Green.