You crafty breeze
You subtle tease
you sly little gadfly
creeping on your knees.

You're whispering a tune
And I can't make out
Heads or tails.
You cedar closet
Ravager you've
Chewed holes in my sails.

I'm spreading through
the soil, and I'm
Standing like a tree.
But autumn proves
disloyal, and it shakes
away my leaves.

A forest of ideas that
are colored with their age,
but, never giving reason to be
turned into a page. Affectionate
until the last, the same around
the globe, putting on a show
before they finally disrobe.

Just because I'm looking
Doesn't mean I'm lost.
Just because I'm self impaired
Doesn't mean I'm not prepared to.

Raking up my scattered thought in piles.