I knew I’d recognize you
Though you weren’t wearing your Wellingtons
It wasn’t hard to miss you for
Beaming proud was on your face
Your feet were wrapped in exotic fur
Bound by moccasins
That made your step about the grounds
Delightfully light and charmed
You wore about your head so gay
A red rose, pinned towards the back
Of your lady-hawk’s slickest moments
Black as night and long
I knew I’d offer you my arm
To waltz about to and fro
In the darkest hours
In the bright daylight
To the attention of our fancy
I’m not sure where I left you off
Or where it since began
But your sacred heart is telling me
To let mine go with wings
Tag: wellingtons
Puddles (day 694)
The puddles here gather round spots of sunshine
Dancing with robins and Wellingtons
In remaining hours of daylight
Punishment has been avoided for now
Savoring the spring’s warmth outdoors
With a steamingly frothed London Fog
Amongst the tall cedars and black jackets
I pull at the trendy girls who sit in my view
Flashing my Stockholm trends in the warm sun
It’s been a while since I’ve been on these steps
A notebook in hand and a mind full of advice
Triumph for the elders and history’s art