Envy for Robert
.
Hauntingly I see you
Surely lusting of life
Snow salt’s butterflying down from trees
White the camouflage like toupee leaves
Flowering into word burning eyes
Curious about things, curious indeed
But stalking, always stalking
With dewy clouds you breathe
In this, the dead cold of winter
You sir burst into spring
.
Wonderment fulfilling
Under the farming leaves
Blessed I guessed
Those feeling
That brings a man to knee
Where was the sun that day?
When came the thawing wind
Rising or setting
Burning or at play
Or along the wheelbarrow sleigh
.
Tell me frosty
Lone wolf
Indeed
.
Poetry me to my knees
.
I know you enjoyed it
Not of any mans fame
But as you ended the day
You broke little flower hearts
Now the sun won’t come out and play
