Leaves let go their hold
from where they started to fall.
See the curl unwind.
writing
The Tiger and the Maze
Untended pathways
leave little room for escape.
A trapped tiger hunts.
Sometimes,without warning, I can see
My typewriter self
Always seeking still offers life of peace.
The sun long awake
is patient to light my path.
Green leaves bare its trace.
Fresh morning air comes from the playful night before.
Energetic air
infuses wafts of pure joy.
Squirrels play full of nuts.
juxtapositional journeyers jockeying jubilantly
One brain, one body
Traveling through many hearts.
Spring restores the chase.
