ominouspoet

Summertime: Long days, bright sun,
the smell of sunscreen and bug spray
and clouds of mosquitoes
while we're hiking in the trees.

And then!

The moon is waning, 
slipping away into the night, 

much like my mind. 

As I run over boulders and logs and grass and hills and trees and rivers and — 

Extemporize:
To improvise or make up on the spot.

I often find that I am an avid extemporizer,
Stuck in joking conversation:
I extemporize.

may, 
nearly beginning of summer

to celebrate, I wear fishnet tights with stars and moons,
a NASA t-shirt,
and a moon necklace

new season of summer, fast approaching

Music is so ancient.

It's so odd to think that
The sweet lilting of the flute,
Played through my speakers, read from a CD-
Could be so close to the sound of reed pipes!-
Played by children dancing in the forest.

Landslide
A song, by Fleetwood Mac.
Sung by Stevie Nicks.

The kind of song that evokes such nostalgia in me,
A kind of gentle pain for the memories of the past,
And a desire to embrace my future.