Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...
Uncultivated, wild they bare their all,
By natures careful hand brought forth with love...
Tears welled behind my
scuba glass: a seahorse...
I look for validation, upon a cliff- alone
to be in silence is comforting...
Andrea aligns herself among-st
rooted beds of pure amazement...
what awaits the night
of my radiant dreams...
Slowly awakes the dawn,
Her chorus, spilling out in notes of joy...
Fallen leaves frozen
crunch beneath my walking boots...
I pass them everyday
heroes of nature...
In years to come
when my bones are brittle...
When I behold the blossom hues of spring
My eyes unfurl into the buds of hope...
The cards were unfolded
by petals...