I feel it coming, there’s a change in the air.
It’s not the weather but the life we share.
Change comes fast as we both know.
Time rushes forward, how can we go slow.
Love’s rained down and nourished are we.
Growth awaits and soon we’ll see.
Our love’s matured and now’s to bloom.
Our futures found and now’s to groom.
Falls may chill and winters freeze.
But now we’re free to do as we please.
A calming breeze has blown our way.
We’re now to be sun kissed every day.
Imagine that, I’ve nothing to write.
I got up early and stayed up all night.
So I’ll make something up, if that’s OK.
I’ll probably live it some other day.
It could be happy or it could be sad.
It could be of some old adventure had.
I’m sure there’ll be others and why not.
Though most quite small, I’ve had a lot.
Perhaps a poet imagined that lives on a hill.
They’ll watch the sunrise and do what they will.
That might be good for a poem or two,
or maybe a love sonnet, maybe a few.
With these pages hands turned with time,
each face a story, each await their rhyme.
Each chapter has its title, the next to depend.
Tho thy tome grows heavy, I wish it no end.
I’ll imagine a tomorrow when something’s to write.
I’ll get up early and stay up all night.
My pencil in hand – mind set free
Erasing the chains binding me
Safe in my world of poetry
A better friend there cannot be
No rhyme or reason there’s to flee
No shackles of society
No meter of conformity
No question of sincerity
No judge, jury or guilty plea
No door can stop my slender key
I’ll wander through infinity
Another side of life’s journey
Draw lines that know no boundary
Return with words for all to see
Arrange them well – create beauty
Then thank my little piece of tree
The End sck081514
Forces of nature,
like myself, follow paths of
the least resistance.