ripe
with angels
watching over me
my eyes swell with
longing to see
more than I can
know or explain
why
the days in and
out of weeks
in this
weeping willow year
gone by
we are weathered
like leather worn
by a rodeo clown
thrown off and
tumbled
like a weed
the anvil is heavy
yammering in
my head
the melancholy
moisture
dew
on a fawns tail
glistens
and I
in the mid of life
seem just
beginning
to unfold
watch me now
as I take hold
© 2011
The Juice Bar 
Great job, Lisa. I like this very much.
Lovely! Poignant! … “Watch me now as I take hold.” Perfect!
Killer! You slayeth! So deep i’m drowning.
I can’t believe we went to the same school!!!!!!
I can’t even put together a sentence.
You continue to deliver KO’s!
I am humbled! ( Jackie Gleason- i’m a huge fan of his too)
Thank you so much for your comments, truly! 🙂
Hi there Ms. Juice Bar,
I love to watch you as you take hold with all your numerous petals flowering to high fruition.
xoxo
Roz