old poem (life and time appropriate)

crisp air breezes through grey skies, and sleeping tree branches,
the day is somber, yet still calling my name.
Ill close my curtains today, into the night.
after reality strikes.

and the fog creeps romantically on my car,
my eyes are open in the new day,
i will walk through
Ive sat long enough, i can not stay.

beautiful person,
feeling whats right,
but all must be cautious,
because reality strikes...

to fight through the fog,
while tending our own,
all about learning,
to find our way home.

my choice,
my freedom.

to stay still for too long,
is not the point of life,
to work it through,
when reality strikes.

and as the warm air
nourishes ,
our seeds to grow,
what becomes us,
is then yet, to be known.


(2004)