Even when a storm comes in there is beauty
The trees appear taller while darkening
To prepare for words that do rhyme with pour
Nature, with a smirk, can make you its whore.
Classical in back as a luxury
The phone does connect, inquire at will
Its not that “bad ass”, I won’t disagree
But life moves in real time staring at trees.
When alone I only carry the least
To keep me safe if I chance encounter
Mammals, Mother Nature, “tiny powers”,
Moving in real time to pass the hours.
My chihuahua “Peter” rests on my lap
He reminds me a lot of my grandpa.
Outdoor enthusiast, truly bad-ass…
Tougher than you, quiet, charming…with class.
The sky barks like a child whose malcontent
Has yet to drop-a-drop, ON! or GET BENT!
(post script: Hand to my heart…it started to rain)