I ably, easily and readily admit

to self plagiarization 
about half of the following words that did flit

to and fro, hither and yon
(about three hundred 
and sixty five days ago)
saving me the trouble to knit

Wet  leafs random toss by autumn gale,

hue stained bold foliage unfurls, 

Scent of flowers,
in urban flourish,
green garden frame,
rustic oddball inset,
tickles noses now,
fragrant smell hoist,
amid the hue tint,
immune to traffic,
yet sonic cadre,
to tilting roses,
crushed stone plot,
when train or tram,
bus, taxi, bicycle,
whizz past idyllic, 
scenery and sound,
mild distraction fraught,
but not saught after,
as of yet perhaps,
a first light signage,
has its scheme,
that plot on schedule.

Light kissed the buds of mallow
   And w

date of conception:? ~ 
Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: 
January xiii, mcmlix.

“I could do with some  muscle tone, bicep build gymnastics.

The bones are rattling ….  Am I starting to miss my former celebrity?

(mostly a poetic fiction -
within a real household
where yours truly reared
with good and plenty opportunities

to be a kid videlicet reared
within an environment