Questionable Stanzas
I wonder why,
When the winds carry with them soft notes of autumn dew,
Pleasantly I beg to know how it has come to be,
I ponder restlessly,
Hours creep languidly along with my eyes open wide,
Shadows cast and images pass as my mind continues to race,
I query hungred,
Why are these portions so small,
Hardly worth the chewing,
When can more be obtained,
Lastly I desired thirsting,
The door ajar and the steam arose condensing opaque it made the mirror,
Watching closely the froth rolled down until drain it did find.
-Justin HJ Ashby 10/20/2019