Alone no time to spare

The bone under my hair

Contains all I bare.

Just a bit unfortunate.

Must have fit before.  Too late?

It's just fate a poet

Rescribes some bait?   We take it.

A rock came crashing down

This past winter pounding ground

I heard no sound but here it is

Bashed ball of busted rock.

An image visited last night

Reminding of a phantom

Like some Slavic sentinel.

One without a gun

If I had a bit of change for every time I wanted

Eventually a rich old age I'd reach to live undaunted

By the need of daily life   by the daily grind

Challanges very real   but also in my mind

Fall ahhh!

Full of foliage

Fall forever?

Awful!

Along ahead can you see

An adventure filled avenue.

Crafted columns with filigree

Belong today all to you.

Watch enough seasons for reasons explainable

Only to those who take time

The show  which legions of  followers free

To know  the stitch or the rhyme 

Will knowingly stake or rake smooth in trying

She goes knowingly forward

Closely following footsteps

From other countless journeys

Along a lone path.

Gentle snows slowly drape the undulating landscape

Revealing infinite frozen form as blankets keep the ground warm,