December 1, 2018 – Dreaming Reality

Imagine me

not what you see-

naked, shivering, withered tree

still donning bits of finery.

My skin gone rough and graying

and the ground beneath decaying

where my roots are firmly planted

as my spine grows bent and slanted.

Close your eyes…

try to recall,

the kiss of Fall

so sweet he made us blush

and feel the golden rush

of girlish delight!

His nimble hands did thus caress,

so wild, untamed and wreckless

we danced, to light the sky!

‘What need for garments?’,

freedom urged

and thus, unfettered,

body purged

of wrappings,

those trappings

that tame the spirit,

fool the mind,

the eye…

the passersby shook their heads

and grinned instead of

placing blame,

”Oh what a shame,”

was all they said.

Such loveliness once on the trees

lay now in shreds around their knees.

Brazen beauties!

Remember me,

when thus you see

the gnarled skin-

what lies within

remains the same-

everlasting,

till Spring plants a kiss-

such bliss!

Then comes the blush,

yet now the hush

of naked truth

is cold and silent.

In Winter’s keep

doth does she sleep

with dancing dreams

of gold and green.

”Sweet May,”

yawns she,

“Imagine me.”

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