She walks
Step quick
Clad in her autumn’s best
burgundy turtleneck sweter
Blue scarf
Crean chrocheted hat
with holes
don’t want to over do too soon
Navy wool pants
Gloves
She walks
Through the morning streets
clad for the season
if not the weather
Autumn
not fall
nothing falls
In central Texas
74 degrees shows
on the digital read
just past
her “it’s chilly” gate
Ah
the sights
the smells and taste
of autumn
where autumn never truly comes.
style
Imperfect
I am perfectly
imperfect
the sum of all
of the imperfections
and yet
more than even the sum
of all put together and multiplied
My beauty
soul
spirit
dreams
Stems entirely from
all of my imperfections
A sorry lonely world
it would be
if everyone
were the perfect
sweet scented
flawlessness
Same
It is the imperfections
that bring the interesting
to an otherwise
sterile perfect world
Weeds
Everyone drives
by the wild and wonderful
colorful and simple
Speeding through their day
from place to place
from face to face
never taking time
to see
the interesting
unusual
beauty
Works of art
living or not
flat and glossy
painted and decorated
attractive
decorative
austere
But the weeds
Simple stunning weeds
flawed and ignored
sing to my heart
bring interest to
the world
set the day apart
light my way
with true
lasting beauty
the beauty that stays
forever in your dreams
Clandestine Writing... 