I walk alone down Bay St.
Gazing, listening to the Stars
The cars pass encapsulated
Headlights gleaming nostalgia in their wake.
Towards another session
another few hours
another few lessons
yet this does not lessen
the impression
that nesting season
is lying flat upon my heart.
Winter is so close
you can catch it with your vision,
the morning frost glistens
the cold birds listlessly listen.
Sunlight takes off to it's hemispheric time share,
Leaving me needing,
Leaving the trees bare.
Sweet scented feminine Athena-faced muses
Are inclusive
To the imagination and its various uses.
So I use it
Slit my wrists and reminisce.
And I find myself surrounded by,
flooded with,
brilliant leaves
the air recedes and displays the breath I breathe.

Vapour held aloft and falling soft
I fall into the season
and the wound tenders
the cost of
the loss of...
lazy sundays
red wine and chillout mixes
closed eyes, pull you into me kisses,
the risks in the grip of passion untethered
the profound underground-found bed of favoured pleasure.

Summer saw to it that,
the tree of memory was engulfed with fresh emerald and jade waves

Then Autumn kept its promise
to transition to the frozen heathen

So that leaves the memories one more chance
to explode with cinematic splendor
so that this year, for but a moment,
they will refuse to go unremembered
They sing to the light in lustrous tints
-only an instant-
and then fall to their destiny

Forever severed from their ancient rooted truths
the arboreal glory left
ground into their essence
by my continued footsteps

Natural and cruel is this
sequential elemental
natural ebb and flow

But it is Spring that beckons now
for her promises
are coiled in potential.