Crossroads

In the center of a four way junction, I stood Contemplating the path I ultimately would One of the four is what got me here Further straight ahead were a Father-Son pair

On two of them lay a tree fallen Mundane process of eliminating determined “The Chosen One”

An enormous field it held, with tulips yellow Beautiful, serene and all kinds of mellow A fine choice, a sight for eyes tired

But sadly, that’s not how I’m wired In spite of its beauty, the path lost its appeal Just because it won by default- Big deal!

My heart itched for the paths forbidden

What’s this allure of the road less taken?

Impossible for it was, I finally accepted defeat Chose the yellow flowers, they had me beat.

Between the Seasons

How do I describe, words have me beat The sight before me, swept me off my feet

Seemed like the location, for epics to take place Sun rays turning everything to gold, enriched the whole space White cherry blossoms on one sideyellow tulips, the other

Can’t wait to see, what else is in store for me further How do you explain this artistry, there must be reasons It’s as if there I stood, right between two seasons