That Final Breath (+4)

What describes a Poet,

 let me count the ways

To once describe a morning,

 emerging through the haze

What describes a season,

 its leaves from green to brown

What describes a heartbeat,

 when your lover can’t be found

What describes a reason,

 with excuses cast away

What describes a child’s laugh,

 joyous on display

What describes a place called home,

 to a soldier sent to war

And what describes that final breath

 —to an old man wanting more

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The Winter Snows

Planting words inside my garden,

 watering them at will

Staking memories long forgotten,

 feelings cold and shrill

Row by row the letters planted,

  phrases start to grow

Whose cool fall day a harvest brings

 —to feed the winter snows

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The Forest & The Trees

Quantum Superposition,

 forever preying on our minds

Refusing to admit what consciousness knows,

 its theory never finds

The more complex the argument,

 the further afield it falls

Roaming and scattered amidst the trees,

 blind to the forests call

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The Lost Dove

I can’t give it to you scientifically,

 and that’s the only way you want it

Therefore, the enormous part of you that’s missing,

 —will stay forever gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

      ‘To My Naturalist Friends’

The Journey

It can take a lifetime…

 to learn how to write like yourself

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)