>a healthy clime<

Chased by dangerously quick leaves,

sundowners

~caress~

&

–withdraw—

and I seek the pOetry Owl in vane…
 
 
Not his look,

–but allure–

lore just a given,

Measured

by Muse,

headlights heckle the gloam,

but can’t stop

-free’ing

–verse

—that–

—-finds me at last.

…a star-crossed seduction…

& wind Howls at

divided path

decided,

but sundowners

,still,

as sundowners

will

‘calming with the balm

of mid-September,

a Neverland

wandered,

an

Ēlýsion

remembered…

…

we were both gods,

you & I,

–you forgot—

wind gales & gusts

its lyric lines Musical

and adrift I sail,

in

thought

-full-

r i f t l e s s,

Cee

the unmapped

dared to disCover,

‘Big Dipper

eating up foothills

by the spoon.

©Karen Robiscoe