A bulimic tree
without any of its known leprosy
A bare ground
whose corpse is left naked bound
The usual stars
that clothe the angel
are missing from here
The polar bears are sleep deprived
Fall was slightly ornery
but we’ll go apple picking in april.
I see images of you
There are a few people in there
but the only one I see is you
I recall our closest expressions
Tho, I have thousands of memories
My mind focuses on the ones tagged you
I see the gifts from you
And my life is a gift and a blessing
As surely your gifts shine loud and bright
Right in the blizzards of winter
you are an effervescent summer
Wrote this on a lose paper, and found it lying around the house. Can’t really recall when I wrote it. Probably in the fall. Not really my best, its got small structures, but overall undisciplined. I think I was trying to write a poem a day then. Some are still unfinished.
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay