Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

as luck would have it, while walking in a field of yellow leaves,  we find Robino once again, nibbling on a Red Berry.  Late afternoon by the reservoir in Central Park

I told all my blossoms to wait for the bell and then bloom all at once in a flowerly spell! But they burst out whenever, however, wherever, and now it's a tangly blossomy hell!

Listen! Steps crossing the muddy trail, antelope caught by the teeth, stripped down to the bloody footprints. Is there no lust for love, no painful beauty? How did I misplace the pulsing day? Take me to the crossroads one more time, for I require another chance.