Afternoon, just over my head, and clearly, the sun drinks my dark hair
Acumen is my desires,  and me? . . . I’m imagining again! 
Open-eyed against a coldness,  jarred
drifting through dappled dust the sun debarred
. . . through broadened shadows, through branching trees
on a bottomlessness path, surpassed past see!
Planting life and noticing, how some still wait to be planted . . .
Insightfulness tosses a penny in the well! (I should have banked it!)

You know, sometimes they do come true ,  and Spring will come again! 
("Why am I always there,  coining wishes on the green?)
And in wintertime, under overcast skies,  I do try
fading out the grey in my eyes . . . but it’s so damn draining!
This February chill, stills me no luster
so, I'll just color me all over!
Brighten bitter thoughts
  rising,  warming breath,  where Winter’s bias! 

. . . and sour becomes sweeter in a poem
Even money chills to the bone!
But,  even so, I can see. . .  there, baring in the trees, I find
how too many of us are blind to the presence that springs life!
Looking deeper into the ground, it's the wiles that dig us deeper, I found!
Back to my root’s is what warms me, back to the beginning of my being!
Hey, the sun is setting . . . it’s about time I was getting home. I want to be warmer,  
and I crave the nourishment and love; Everything else?

 Lies. . .  down there at the bottom of my well

Copyright February 2008
Kimmy Van Kooten