
Scattered about you,
if you are slow and steady,
are feasts for the eyes.

Scattered about you,
if you are slow and steady,
are feasts for the eyes.

Under a green wave,
hidden and nearly submerged,
are summertime blues.

Summer to autumn—
transition is natural,
just as human life.

Who but the demon
would nurture stereotypes,
of men and women?

Smiling all the way,
flanked by the bliss of nature—
walking down the aisle.