MISTLETOE MIST
Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across
abiding angelic appled air spun
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as kittens mew
......
Much of life
is a mist
what's there
your eyes would miss
yet you linger on
'and say: ' This isn't complete
that which is not whole
is in no way a treat'
......
Misty roses, red
with pink haze, orange lilies;
Lilac promenade.
Purple pansies on the porch,
dusk soon to carry the torch.
'At last' roses, peach
chocolate cosmos, shrouded,
Yellow daisies smile.
Gardens loved to distraction,
......
Ice cream in the mist
and dripping cones at dawn's edge
in a mad, mad mood!
The two of us are laughing
to see the sun arising.
Thou, undying soul of Winter; O hear,
Sheathing enterprise of season, our own!
While thou art fortified, thy stains not fear
On the sun, - comes the fruitfulness afield
Thy olde mystery be full, reknown
Breathing high o'er chilling dome, must build
Until gaudy summer comes, a domain
As same as summer's soul leases it's role
Not to recline upon the lands of chain.
The unsoaked ground must pay thy debt now
......
MISTLETOE MIST
Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across
abiding angelic appled air spun
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as kittens mew
......
Misty roses, red
with pink haze, orange lilies;
Lilac promenade.
Purple pansies on the porch,
dusk soon to carry the torch.
'At last' roses, peach
chocolate cosmos, shrouded,
Yellow daisies smile.
Gardens loved to distraction,
......
flower of morning
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red
grape skies overhead
wistful in the mist
so long yearning for peach sun
green birds sing sudden
Much of life
is a mist
what's there
your eyes would miss
yet you linger on
'and say: ' This isn't complete
that which is not whole
is in no way a treat'
......
Thou, undying soul of Winter; O hear,
Sheathing enterprise of season, our own!
While thou art fortified, thy stains not fear
On the sun, - comes the fruitfulness afield
Thy olde mystery be full, reknown
Breathing high o'er chilling dome, must build
Until gaudy summer comes, a domain
As same as summer's soul leases it's role
Not to recline upon the lands of chain.
The unsoaked ground must pay thy debt now
......