snow
nature's facade
concealing what is
below
but with
experience
we know what
is below
even if not seen
we still can know

in life
can we see
what can't be
seen
can we know
what can't be
known
let your experience
answer the
question?

i find it
hysterical
what rhymes
with empirical

one is
lyrical
not exactly
empirical

another is satirical
now that's hysterical
two words enter a bar
but what's the punch line

but the best is
miracle empirical
they only make sense
 in the ultimate oxymoron

world events invade
my private space
the peace within
the places i hide
in my inner being
my heart
my soul
my mind

but i am helpless
to change
to effect
the events
that swirl
in the world
around me
but.....

if i can't change what occurs
what must occur
i can, i must change
how i view it
how i react to it
and with time, with contemplation
peace can return within

my feather friends
which i love watching
have migrated
 south
for the winter

but....
i know from
experience
they will return
with spring

nature is
cyclical
so is the
human
condition

but we
as humans
fight against
even curse it
the cycles

but cycles are
whimsical
the can spiral
up
or down

we love the
upward
but rebel
against
the downward

but we must
learn to
take both
in stride
and survive

in nature
storms come
usually
with warnings
with winds
or predicted

but life
that's different
storms tend
to come
without fanfare
without warning

no time to
prepare
the only choice
ride it out
seek the calm
from within

the cold of fall
is upon us
physically
i feel
frail

but as
the mind
the spirit
have ignored
the flesh

i have
finally
for the moment
found a place of
peace

short
or longer term
i can't say
but in the mean time
i will enjoy it

when i
was younger
certain things
around me
made me
concerned
worried
or just plain
angry

with age
am i more
calm
or even
mature(?)

or is it
that i've
just grow less
observant

or is it that
i've learned
that for the
most part
there is little
or nothing
i can do
about it

i really
can't
decide

There once was girl from New York
who dined on barbecue pork
 when looking for a boy
she could use for a toy
 all she ever found was a dork

she decided to move to St. Paul
and started cruising the mall
her number she wrote
and also a note
but no one gave her a call

(please note: i have chosen not to install the translation gadget on this blog...i'm not sure how poetry would translate, particularly mine)