Micropoetry

Dawntime in the fall:
When beauty spies you
Admiring its bare, silent splendor,
It whispers,
“And you thought you knew me.”

Wisdom is the father of intelligence:
Indulges and disciplines child
Till it rebels and runs away
Leaving him without a say.

You can help
By keeping out of the way,
But vanity is to stand out
While doing so,
Like a pinky tilted up
At afternoon tea.

The clouds of tomorrow
Float on the winds of today
To rain on the thirsty hills
Of yesterday.

We see with open eyes
The mess our hands devise.
We close our eyes to see
What we would like the world to be.
See before you see

Like words that must be spoken,
Forces, awoken,
Hearts and wind, broken,

A joke, however dry,
Must make mindfall.

There are times when
the intellect must be unsheathed
And times when
its gem-studded scabbard suffices
to slay the darkness.

Autumn and winter:
Annual reminders of death,
Parting a life of summertime toil
From a Life of springtime recreation.

I don’t agree with you
or like what you do
but we can get coffee
talk about everything
and not change anything