Oh so often we apologize
Just to make amends,
Or avoid being chastised
We effort find portend,
Till failing begs apprise
We seek impede condemn,
Fated waning enterprise
Of which we learn contend,
As time gorges on our pride
That leaves but dust to mend,
With a soupçon of recall guise
For the loss of once held friend,
With otiose apologies to expiate demise!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
I want to tell
Of time that brings,
An early spring
Restoring life
To summer brooks,
Of twisting ripples
Through shady nooks…
I want to tell
Of stars that twinkle
In your eyes
As you allow a smile
Replace a shy disguise,
More than a while…
I want to tell
About the wind
That plays in trees,
To kiss the leaves,
That flutter slightly
In its gentle breeze…
I want to tell
Of things on wings,
Said butterflies
Will decorate the skies,
Be nature’s doing
Hence until they die…
I want to tell
Of bumblebees,
Bumbling leisurely
As summer plies,
Its mellow zephyr
In nature’s dance,
Till autumn requires …
I want to tell
Of things that sing,
The while you live
With love to give,
May spare a mind
Of man’s made hell,
A world we can but find!
As autumn leaves
A shivery eve,
Shadows fall
Upon my mind,
Obscuring shades
While vista fades,
I’m made to feel
Nature betrayed
What summer gave
In sun filled days…
Thus autumn leaves
My soul behind,
A summer hostage
Of pleas ignored
To keep alive,
Fair weather skies
And butterflies …
Soon winter’s blast
Will cast a haze,
To chase the last
Of autumn leaves,
And Frost said Jack
Will come awake
In a world grey,
And blustery wake…
Tho I’d turn back
Fall season’s clock,
Nature chose hold
Its mortal code,
For Thanatos
To now wrest
Last season’s hold
On autumn leaves,
To thus make way,
For winter’s cold!
Poetry on a canapé 