On appointed day
Nature will decay,
For winter seeks
To cast its icy spell,
Hence find its way
Into its revived hell,
The while will chase
Fall from its peek,
And Frost held Jack
Means claim its stake
From world now grey,
To render frigid white
A winter’s blustery wake…
It’s a lazy winter’s day
Drizzly and grey,
Abiding bedims’ tune,
Bordering on gloom
Of short winter days,
And gusty afternoons
That begs for sunshine
Ever gone too soon,
As if forced to decline
Behind a wistful moon,
Frustrating sun’s way
Arresting its warm boon,
On a lazy winter’s day!
Move on
It’s but one turn,
In your thin skin
Of time,
Make room
Tho you may think
You are immune,
With feelings young,
Enough to change
With each full moon…
Your nature
To take risk
Back then be fine,
When a near miss
Be akin to easy kiss,
Save but life now
Holds near the winter
Of your seasons,
Calls for reason…
So think ahead
The while you find
To keep your head,
For quite likely
You’ve feelings
Of good stead,
Those left behind
Yet far from dead,
Though well ahead,
Of held thin skin of time!
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 