Story Time Saturday – Page 2 – A (wise) man of two faces

Approaching a stopping point

“Red means stop
and green means go”
except in love
where red-hot passion
scorches summer nights
and leaf-green lovers
sputter out of gear.

Cowboy,
your calloused hands
with their wrinkles and scars
like a gnarled old oak tree who
survived.

Bit by bit
the world falls.

Then winter comes
and frosts the roots.

Shifting, swaying in the breeze
rippling with such sensual ease
that you stand raptured with the grace
of the vision that’s this place.

It starts with a handshake,
a chance perhaps to partake
in a grand experiment
in search of lasting merriment.
I hope it’s not a mistake.

Predator on a hunt
reeling them in with
eye-contact and a smile –
You’ll never see it coming.

Castles for coffee
accent ottoman isles
with treasured chests
hiding secret booty.

I would love bacon
or silver dollar pancakes
with maple syrup…
But many mornings I can
barely get to work on time.

It stretched out before her
showing her the way:
a wide expanse of tomorrow
and small thoughts of yesterday.

– photograph featuring weakmeatstrongeat

But by the Grace of God,
we lived to see this day:
to view each and every soul
as precious in its own way.