As promised to beloved readers of mine
herewith follows a poem heralding spring.

 

Already noticeably marked

increase in daylight

yours truly courtesy affected

qua heliotropic phenomenon

finds me noggin gently being tugged

upward and westward ho toward sun

after dark mine talking head

YET STILL IT SPEAKS

I thought I had forgotten that verse I wrote
Many years ago, a different place and time
But I can hear the words in that crumpled note

I say verse, and yet the words never did rhyme
If only I could banish it from my brain
Yet any permanent loss would be a crime

No famous poem,  no place among antiques
The words are really old now, yet still it speaks
Yet if shared I fear the havoc that it wreaks

I can’t describe the target listener it seeks
Just a few words from the heart, yet still it speaks
 

some topics might best
be left unwritten about
no matter such
bodily functions important,
which any anonymous reader
may willingly agree,
and mere moments ago
an aha moment occurred,

when I happened to take a tissue

to my button nose
and blew into the tissue,
and felt a clump
(or wad) of phlegm exit,
which brought immediate relief

and brings to mind one of the most

glorious and heavenly blessings

We met secretly on the stroke of twelve,

a mystic moon glints our walkway,

still unanimously accepted 
as synonymous name
linkedin for his advocacy 
of simple living, 
environmentalism, 
and civil disobedience.

He Thoreau lee experienced 
depth of nascent 
politico-social despair
an influential American 

I ne'er got bran did 
with a muffin top before - 
until the onset of adipose tissue 
crept in softly as on cat's paws 
mainly every place 
within the upper half 
of mine once envious physique

Red is a  truly haunting shade,        
overt hue in scenic garden say,    
scent so pleasing to the nose,        
early day  boost for morale