Oh what a life
Such beauty
why look at the sea of green grasses and leaves
each without haste to grow and become
just awaiting for your wandering eyes
they dance in the wind
trying to grasp your attention
the sun shines down to warm you
and embraces like an old friend
the wind comes to cool you
in a peaceful lull it whispers
the sky a striking blue
faint traces of pure white clouds
lethargically passing over head
oh but what you don't understand
is the gift at hand!
please look around
be grateful for that sun
and the wind and all these clouds
and all these green newly sprouted plants
because simply
its all for you
a little gift of peace

This my ode to November the month I was born
From comfort of the womb I was torn
Clouds shed tears as if to mourn
Bring promise of life from every storm
Shades of brown fill the fall
Thanks we give to it all
Foot we play with a ball
Whispering winds I hear the call
Sun peeks out from skies of grey
Prelude to winter hard at play
Clocks fall back shorten the day
In warm beds we wish to stay
Fallen leaves tree's memories
Dance in wind to nature's melody
Thoughts spill out in soliloquy
Earth speaks back in poetry.

I want to crawl into the creases of your lips and memorize the way they say "I love you"


B.S.