You walked by as
I danced in the wind,
as a scarlet leaf of
passion that I bear.

Dried up and brown,
barely scraping
along, you walked by
not seeming to care.

I survived through
your vacuum of icy
indifference and blizzards
of rage, hunkered down.

Becoming a pioneer that
just had the desire to survive,
finding your splendor and
admiring what I had found!

Slipping around on your
never-ending drizzly moss
filled mind, reveling at the
blooming wonders I find!

Just a few, quiet moments
springs to life... Me!
Afraid for you to admit it,
your soul is a wondrous kind.

Hot, humid, lazy, or delightfully
crazy with one of your thunderstorms;
a passing tempest to make
interesting my day.

Somehow, we always seem to
sit on the veranda and
pass the evening with a little
sweet talk, makes a great end...
Creating a love filled way!

I see the true nature of things
as I have been forced to survive,
I reject your seasons.

It is the cycle of this earth
and life, that I hold through it,
a vigil for my very own reasons.

Whether barely navigable and
mountainous, or the soft gentle
waves upon a pebbly bay shore.

Maybe only minutes, here and there
through the tumult of life,
but those are the moments, I adore.

Whether clothed for these elements
or laid out, naked and thread bare.
I remain standing tall with a love
and lust, as I have come to care.

I'd rather not, the hardship
that springs into this life.
But the beauty that I have
wandered across, makes it
filled with love, rife.