THE WIND BLOWS
AND ALL AROUND ME
I SEE GREEN:
THE TREES AND
BRANCHES
THE VINES MEANDERING
ABOUT IN MESSY BEDS
FULL OF ANCIENT HYDRANGEA
AND PERHAPS A STRAY
MONARCH
IS FLOATING IN
THE RAYS OF SUNSHINE
THAT ENCOURAGE
WILD STRAWBERRIES
AND IVY CLIMBING
OVER THE NEIGHBORS FENCE,
IT WAS A SURPRISE
THIS PLACE
WRAPPING ITSELF
AROUND A POET’S SOUL
UNAWARE OF HOW
DEEPLY THE CHANGE
WOULD COME UPON ME,
THERE WERE ALWAYS
CURIOUS ROOMS
AND CROWDED FRENCH
ARRANGEMENTS OF
FRESH BUDS
IN A CAJUN VASE,
IS IT MY MEMORY OR MAYBE
IMAGINATION,
THEY FADE TOGETHER
YOU KNOW,
AND WHEN I FOUND
THE HOUSE
OF BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY
IT WAS AS IF
SOMETHING MEANT TO BE
HAD OCCURRED,
THE PICTURE IN MY MIND
WHEN I DREAMED OF
WHERE I WANTED TO LAND
HAD BEEN MISTY AND
FOGGY, WITH A HIGH
WALL OF WILDFLOWERS
TENDER PINK ROSES
AND GLASS DOORS
TO EXHIBIT THE SPLENDOR
OF NATURE,