The wind whips up from the valley floor
And more leaves fall
More than before
I was never this happy or lost
Not since the cherry blossom fell
And I counted each flower as if to tell
How long the spring would last
Then I saw you
As if the whole of nature were a door
Don't leave me to the chill wind
And fallen leaves
Let me see your smiling eyes once more.
Joe August 2017
I wondered what it would be like to wear you with pride
Buttoned close over my heart
With all the others
Ready and blue
To tell of true love
Swaying amid the grasses
The theme of every song
To know love and to keep love
Chase with abandon
Find with purpose
Emblem of the eternal gift
Waking to the dream
Whispering at the stream.
Joe August 2017
Friendship is unfinished business
Some build their castle and keep building
Some of us got caught in the rubble;
Of collapse and trouble.
Others will reach for the sky
And believe every lie.
Some of us just Burst the bubble.
The friendship of fools is a gold rush
A prospecting
Collecting a coiterie
A menagerie of well wishers and prospective partners.
Eggs in one basket are soon dropped and broken.
I hang on to every word spoken
Look for an opening and hope beyond hoping.
Rejected yet again or maybe even simply ignored. Yes the friendship of fools leaves your best intentions floored.
Don't close the door , just yet.
Room for one more, you bet.
True friendship began when I stopped making a plan.
Look around;
What you see is what you get.
Joe Morriss, storefield northants, 5.8.2017
