a friend said to me
write some poetry
about beauty
and so this write is what it be

roses are red
or yellow
or pink
flowers are what you think
there color be
roses are flowers
that they be
but daisies or yelllow
a color so mellow
dandilynes
are so fine
the be yellow too
true
bluebonets are blue
red bonnets
are red too
wildflowers
bloom in the spring
in the spring they bring
colors
and others
we never saw
red
or blue
or yellow
or green
know what it mean?
an , a ?
a remark
in the day
when each color
passes it's way
one things for sure
we all adore
that door
that is spring
and what it bring

fall has it's fall
and that is all
orange
ryhme that change

winter
is white
day & night
winter white
snow
don't you know

but a beatiful thing
is spring

with roses
and daffidillies
and do what you wills
and love untils' i wills i wills
and daisies and lazzies
and crazzies
'till june
then there's those hot afternoons
in july
auust
what happened to may
anyway
who can say

what happened to the rain
where went the pain
where went the love
or the loved
or the insane

where went the spring
or summer
or winter
where went the pain

it went into beauty
it went in to this write
it went into tonight

so write
so right

the poetry
is me
late at night
that be when i write

in winter
or spring
or summer
that be it's thing
in th efall
afterall
i just write
night after day
anyway
i say
a rose is red
a flower blue
yellow is mellow
that's what i do