Part 7 (1/2)

Love is a dream And love is pain, Love is a song And love is a chain.

But love is a thing We can't forego Take my word for it I've tried . . .

I know!

Observation

A mermaid was a fabled sea creature Cold-eyed But beautiful of face.

Enchanting . . . heartless.

Half woman.

Half fis.h.!.+

Do you know, I looked about me to-day And thought Of how many women Are really Mermaids!

Fall Fires O scudding sky-O windy day You snare my soul.

And fey . . . as fey I wander down a curving street To scuff the leaves against my feet And smell the smoke that curls the air And find the Autumn wondrous fair!

Now is the Time

Now is the time when falling snow Drifts soft as flowerlets.

Far below The dark earth stretching in her sleep Is full of secrets.

Children keep one little ear above each cover Lest in the night they might discover The sound of hoofbeats in the air And know that Santa Claus is there!

Self-Portrait. (Drawn in Dust on a Table Top)

Tho' I'd love to be neat I admit defeat.

Some women's shoes are on racks Mine are in stacks.

I can never find a needle or pin They're never in what I put them in.

And when I emerge in confusion From this rudderless fog I closely resemble a something You'd find under a log!

Be Good!

”Be good, my child” the sages said And packed me off to early bed.