Calendars cannot mark the day,
Human kind cannot predict the day...
It was a scruffy day
The sun full of blisters...
The breeze dances through the leaves,
the Maple begins to sway with ease...
Canary and citrus rays of sunlight
beam through the trees and snug beaten branches...
Dragonflies sing tunes
upon a blue misty dusk...
I stood under a random tree
thirty minutes past...
Swan's preening,
Plafully turning and cleaning...
Marigold moonbeams consume me
Authentic kisses laced with love...
There's a path
that meanders...
1st April, 2011.
The rosy breeze blowing through...
Walking through the forest with glee
with memories floating back to me of...
As I gaze upon a tree of old
its aura draws me near...