Trying to think what to say
only this ringing in my ears.
Not sure I understand today —
certainly can’t see future years.

What I say may not be
exactly what you hear
if filtered through your history,
past heartbreak, joy or fear.

The past is a kaleidoscope
as memories dim and drift,
perspectives and priorities
diversify and shift.

to repost poem
(I chanced to locate
amidst plethora of poems on hard drive
of Macbook Pro)
written more'n a half decade ago
before yours truly
blissfully oblivious to crypto-
currency shenanigans linked into

fiendish scammers after which
I (especially me button nose) didst glow
(giving Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
a run for his money)
whence rage,
on par with wrath of Khan,
whereby mine money
witnessed lightspeed outflow.

Far above the city lights
The campfire fades away,
Midnight lends its darkness
The stars come out to play.

Look into the night time skies
Constellations span the scene,
There is Orion and the dippers
In early morning, so serene.

The constellations, not all seen
What else might catch our eye?
The grace of a passing comet
Falling stars might just pass by.

It might be the Sisters, Gemini
Appearing together two by two,
In a sky a million light years past
The Milky Way comes into view.

"Can we dance on the moon?", she asks.

"We might even be graceful there, low gravity and all,
but the scientists don't recommend it", I reply."

"Well, if we hold on to each other at least
we'll be together if we jump too high
and float away.", her playful remark.

"Well, scientists be damned! I can't think of anyone else
I'd like to be with out there among the stars.", I assure her.

Hercules wouldn't dare climb it...
My great mountain of things unsaid
Mount Silence! It stands staunch and sturborn..
Looming over me, like a debt to be paid
"Don't look at me like that", I said...
As I reminded the Mountain of that vow we made.

Destined to be love's fool
Used and abused until I'm a blunt tool.
Like the serpents of old that spit and drool
Love swallows me whole
As ancient majestic snake do
Just to cough me out into her chamber pot
Where I am but one with her stool,
Reduced to nothing but sadness and rot,
I wallow in her slime and grime
To find rock bottom there were hell lies
In my sad state, heaving heavy sighs
I can't help but stare into her remorseless eyes
Where upon I glimpse a terrible beauty in her hate

I sat along this river bank, did I,
noticed the way the water weaves
from north to south so casually
as if it had nowhere to be.

I walked these wooded paths, did I,
and pondered on the speckled leaves
that fell to earth so gracefully
as if in homage to the tree.

I listened to the dove, did I,
the wren, the jay, the cheeky crow
who sounded delightful and carefree
as if they could sing endlessly.

Fields of springy clover
beneath my barefoot toes,
dance-happy feet kick up
a delight everyone knows!

Green, green all around,
a heart full of joys untold
rolling over and over in
nature's paradise hold!

In gardens of my growing hopes
tulips, buttercups and crocus
flourish healthily blossoming,
as Spring comes into focus.

In the cool,
of canyon breezes
sun shines down,
the wind it teases
insects flying,
round n' round,
above old toad,
who makes no sound
painted turtle falls
from mossy log
while giant swallowtails flutter,
far above
a jay hawk soars,
invokes a native prayer
as he inhales,
damp Missouri air.

Cocktail blue stabbing skies
and gold pillars of pouring light
Coming from a fiery scorching
ring
above. A mob of angry yellow jacket
coated

wasps and some monk humming bees
hovering over the splashed colour flowers
and shrubs. Towers and skyscrapers
of
nut brown trees and reaching shades
of
greens.
Nature puts on its earthy seasoned
perfume. The jade green grass rolls
down its
silk striped sleeves. The ferns shows
us their ever