Sitting by the old juniper bush
nursing an iced tall whiskey sour.
Waiting for the seasonal changes;
the hourglass ready to be turned.
The North star burns so very bright
while the summer candle smolders.
Here in my slice of tranquil heaven;
a cool autumn night by the junipers.
Laugh as a kitten plays with leaves
Forgetting today's dragooned folly
licking wounds with a hollow tear
degenerates breathe the same air.
Driving to the left, wrong or right,
the seasons grasp on the soulless
whilst I dream of another eclipse;
stupefried and high by the juniper.
Juniper at Dead Horse Point -- Lyn Boyer