along dark and winding forest road
stood a decaying house of wood and stone...

At a place by the sea, pelicans in flight float...
Beloved souls of my life, past and times...

The cold of winter surely awaits
outside, wind and snow etch...

Walking along a forest path not yet wearily
I think I'm sure I know this path, my...

Before I had only silly poems,
in which to live my reality...

So says it
as it takes control...

Delicate fluff
pulled...

What do I know of the land of Shiva,
the mantra, the sacred sound...

Come early in the fall
the iridescence of my life...

Why
do I...

There is no telling
what I won't do...

Of whom I would like to say
bedazzled hazel eyes...