My Other Life

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ fluffy, floating clouds dappling blue sky. Wordsworth’s inspiration, mine parks my precious muse too, inspires my poetry. to wander through my local park, either in the day, or night time dark. aromas fresh, assault me, all inspiring, which one should I pick for my lady, a red rose, a dancing, golden daffodil? choice made, I stroll, deeper, harkening a song, a blackbird singing, I stop, listen; stopping to absorb its notes of purity. suddenly in my face, a green woodpecker, laughing, come join me, have some fun. by that, it meant I would have to run. my legs, wary now, my running days are done. twas time, my watch said home o’clock, not forced to turn about I sought respite, a bench, with a view, golden daffodils. below oak, ash, alder, the lake now a mirror, reflecting, reds, oranges, and mellow yellow. nature, again had me entranced, romanced me. late, I looked, my watch was angry! I made for home, my wife, my other life.