So I stumble into
Not the admission but
The fascination I have with
You
Gathering to that moment
The distraction of words, silence on my lips
I reach out and touch you, but
Instead, letting the words unfold
Into greater peace and harmony
The Hellebores are back, coming to a neighborhood like yours!
In a thousand valleys, far and wide
Where the sun comes out and greets the sky
Her branches reach out to meet the day
Flowers are scented without even a try
Words cannot even begin to describe
The love that I have, for her
My beautiful Mother Earth
I must confess, I told my lovely friend 
Love makes the world go round. Truly. ❤️
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost