Many Walks

So many walks
I wandered the latitudes today
A faintly sun veiled in cloudiness to guide
Vicissitudes are in wait behind stone and floral permanence
These winds are summer's thoughts

So it is nature that sweeps her amiable broom here
That vindicated winter sleepless alone in November
A robin smiles in her vision a tempestuous storm
Nature knows not the act of injustice

It is so easy to lie down in fields of harmony
A gesticulated goodbye to a countenance above
Interwoven night, a pry of gentle loving hands off shoulders
To lay down, this a summer filed, a genial sleep approaches