Ten-plus deciduous,
mixed with a few evergreens:
more than a dozen
shade-givers are seen
from my back window
in the sunset’s glow.
All wrapped as she plays
improv piano.
Life’s good,
and you grow,
when nature’s understood,
and when you know.
It’s not knowledge gained by some parchmented degree.
It’s what people, plants, air, earth, water, life, daily give to me.
Her creativity,
this evening’s music muse,
wafts like a late autumn breeze
out her door,
down the hallway,
to my ears.
Peace.
My oldest creation,
son,
and his creation,
my granddaughter,
gaze,
smiling,
from my screensaver.
Joy.
Yet I,
creative meistro
sitting on a hickory’d hill,
fall’s colored leaves
glowing in the sunset;
bright moon and stars
gleaming in the dark
rural’d night,
haven’t written
for daze.
Weeks.
Blank.
Work,
government linguistics,
leaky doors,
amityville horror phermone’d bugs,
busted lights,
stalled furnaces,
all beyond the grasp
of my repair.
Guilt.
Gardens unharvested;
tall fall grasses
in the front yard
unburned,
failed wildflower experiments
where there once was so much
promise.
Melancholy.
All around me,
there is paper
and hundreds of shades
of different hues,
muse,
notes,
thousands of words
i could use.
Yet none come.
Funk.
What to do.
What to do?
Do.
Perhaps
creativity
will drop
like dew
when I do.
And I’ll rinse my face
and cleanse my soul
and refresh my heart
and free my mind.
It’s worth a try.
His friends like power/
in their boats. He relaxes/
with paddles and wind.
Rummage sale canoe:/
A man’s time machine back to/
youth, nature and peace.
She welcomes new ones/
to earth, hums comfort and peace./
Can I soothe her cares?
It’s peaceful when my/
footprints and shorebirds’ can mix/
alone on the beach.
As they go up and/
serve in His holy house, they/
shall find peace and rest.
Or
they shall rest and find peace.
They shall come and serve/
Him and His people in His/
holy mount, in peace.
I have really no /
expectations, nor am I/
bothered. Peace, be still.
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 
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