some fall away
and others remain steadfast
the rivers of them
around ones heart
in the soul like rain
when one is parched
and dry for relief and relish
the ease to move
to dream
to want

Thank You!

a crown of visions on my snowy head
the shaggy highlander hair
the craggy beard fresh with its berg white
hairs..like age.
the show of become wiser
or more foolish
whatever the dare comes foreward I shall
take....

Jogged slow from work
all six one of me in my heavy hoodie and leather
designer bomber

the dark shades

just to show myself I can still at this age
pushed my glasses on my head while waiting
for a light at the busy business sections

and then forget them...the snowflakes are large
and beautiful its been like this
like living in a snow globe dream
the sun a shallow light...
surreal and opaque

the snowflakes would land and hit my eye
and dissolve....slightly painful and then
in my exhaustion in a moonlight arc on
my vision I would see the most articulated
colours...like a mosaic of a blue sky and
dark lines....I thought of a brighter stained
glass image vibrant....I have never done
acid or mushrooms in my time..and this
was new...I thought the sleepless two days
was causing this or old age....but I was
walking the dogs when I realized it was
the snowflakes...the impact on my eyes
perhaps...the cold....whatever is in them

People up here have proper clothing
expensive designer snow boots and snow
pants..Mario my neighbour a two hundred
dollar pant and jacket set...Black and white
very swell...and others have fur hats with
ear flaps...and gloves....I have knitted blue
mittens No hats! the snow water is good
for my hair like rain and puts in a wave that
I like....Free vanity...but the cost is the cold
just have to keep moving..keep the blood
flowing....two kilomters or steady walking
and one is warm enough but it takes that
long on the really cold days....Or I just take
the public transit and take time to notice
the sky....the rooftops...dreaming in on
the way to work and then watch the pretty
scene in the terminal while I wait for Hornell
Heights bus.............

it has its moments Loved!!!

thank you

I had not heard much of shakespeare other then the Saturday night
Canadian content we had on the old television days
when everyone had the little towers on their rooftops
I was a child then...and it took till I was a teen in highschool
suffering through my parents divorce and the usual ostracisizing
of the gang and popular others...I was a mere loner in my aviator
replica hiding behind dark glasses and cowboy boots drifting from
class to class and drinking whiskey from my locker..sitting with
all the pretty ones would come and scribble and doodle in my
sketch books and chat..tell me of their dreams their hopes their
pets their parents...I thought nothing of it then...now I see I was closer
then a friend to these...But during all this I loved english class
Mr Percival of all things....shakespeare and the records we listened
too the videos then we watched and those little canvasse covered
hard books well aged....Julias Ceasar I loved and that scottish play...
the rest were nice.......I have loved Shakespeare since!!!

Thank You!!