Witches and goblins
A fine trick or treat,
Begging for candy
For something so sweet,
They’ll knock at your door and threaten your house
Unless it’s candy you give, you wretched old louse!
Witches and goblins
A fine trick or treat,
Begging for candy
For something so sweet,
They’ll knock at your door and threaten your house
Unless it’s candy you give, you wretched old louse!
The trees of fall they bend and sway,
All in the promise of a crisp clear day,
But the cold nights come with hopes anew,
With blades of grass now soaked in dew.
The leaves have fallen, the sky now clear,
All beauty in time, my heart holds dear,
But we all stand alone when our fears do take hold,
The change of the seasons, a story is told.
So as time marches on with loss keenly felt,
Our hearts still in place, the cards have been dealt.
After winters fine wrath has wiped the slate clean,
A brand new beginning can start to be seen.
Wandering through the night sky
Lost in thought, hoping for clarity
Answers found in a cerebral swirl
Floating in time, endless
The misty haze of reality kept at bay
Content in the place that allows for hope
Safe, warm and secure, don’t let go
Jase sleeps beside me
Quiet breaths tell the story
Of a peaceful soul
Dreaming, man’s best friend
Chases friendly visions of
Nocturnal delight
Nightfall
Cyclical joy
Orange glow tells a tale
A veiled uncertainty waits
As darkness surrounds my essence
The hours of peace
Shower my life
With love
To see what I see
Frequent and far reaching delusions spread through time
From the carnival barkers dais.
Lies penetrate the forgotten soul,
Sweeping through the barren wasteland of the mind,
Tortured senses beaten down by an incessant silky haze of
Memories…best…kept…hidden.
I walk alone.
Alone in the wisdom of the woods
Alone with the love of natures embrace
I walk alone.
Alone in each step, the drumbeat of the distant wanderers
Alone, searching for truth in the infinite space
That is the wilderness, my life, my love
Forever marking time
Footprints in the snow
Signify new life, new hope
Steady cold winds blow
Darkened days now the norm
Temperamental winds usher in a frosty reality while
Falls grasp, tenuous and slipping,
Tries to remember days lost in an autumnal haze.
Fiery reds are extinguished and relinquish themselves to blades coated in a fine morning dew.
Wasting away, the tears of tomorrow are soaked into the earth with the
Promise of a new day.
Winter
Dark swirling clouds
The slushy cocoon, a blessing
Intense
(Cinquain 2, 4, 6, 8, 2)