The October sun paints
with a stained glass brush
upon majestic orange maples.
The trees themselves
are preparing,
through divesting foliage,
for winter meditation.
The gentle tapestry
reminds of the innocence,
the joy, the love,
embraced by many,
oh so long ago,
in the Sixties.
The dapples bring to mind
the visual pleasure
of paisley,
of day-glo,
of sandals,
and tranquillity.
The westering sun
ushers evening’s chill,
as the old man remembers
a world that was not quite ready
to give peace a chance.
(Poetic Series: Cannabis and Creative Cognition: strain Durban Poison)
