Happy St. Pat’s

INTERRUPTION TO THOUGHTS	MY FALL
Ivy is bold red, like cherries, crisp. Glistening against a backdrop of green. Tightly woven around trunks and loosely hanging like grapes in bunches still clinging to the vine. The other leaves have so far refused to submit to the new season. They hold steadfast to their various shades of emerald and forest green. Soon the amber, gold, and yellow will enter this melody of complimentary colors Making a beginning Following an ending. Previously published RACER X 1996	Dying can be beautiful. When my time comes (I hope not soon) I want to go like the leaves of autumn. Brilliant shades boldly revealed each day. Not fearing tomorrow, Fulfilling nature’s role Life juices slowly draining out, One by one a silent descent falling to rest, on mother earth to blanket her against the winter’s cold. A quiet peaceful end. Sad, but welcomed The conclusion to a full season I would not want to be an evergreen. Previously published 1995
Through the Trees Pause momentarily - reality Enlarge my thoughts freeze-frame time picture possibilities disassemble the images mute logic listen to the dreams get hazy to see more clearly.	Look Hard Scheme to quiver metaphoring through a fragile emotional forest shining light on memories eye roll with a naked deep belly perspective squirm beyond blushing manipulate through together.

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