Lea And Not You Poem by Julian Takali

Each peachy afternoon with her
When the meadows have bloomed their gold
Upon the sorrow hills
Where the crystal have gloomed so bold

Under the shivering autumn trees
Bristling their cherry leaves
Rustling their bustle
Cloaking us in savory relief

The maple songbirds' tweet and tweet
While the prairie dogs run about
Chasing melodies in the fragrant air
She and I reside in our somber lair

Through the shear creeped up a painter
Coiled hair, turtleneck, brush and pallet in hand
He painted us and the sugary scenery
But when he presented his work
On it was only a man