" MOTHER NATURE'S BOUDOIR "

Her hiss is but a purr
Her nape, a kind of Liberace fur
She has a cat-like faculty for seeing in the dark
And after she's set her sights upon you
There is little left to refute
For she is the gale force wind
Behind the insinuation in her thunder
And when she crosses the street to see
Her undercurrent of fear is revealed as paraclete
So she simply removes her tincture
And introduces herself
As Mother Nature...

Her father came before the ancient God's
Her uncle, unmitigated chaos
And when you meet this resemblance
In the design of her family line
It's not the will of Mother Nature
You ultimately discover
It's in the grand design of life
Where her secret lies
It's in the random beauty of her
The spectacular sun
And early morning moon rise...

You come to realize
That the Universe is her Boudoir
And the unknown ~ her wily wisdom
Where the key
To truly embracing Mother Nature
Is as simple as her kiss
Where the raw and ancient power
Lurks, in her randomness
And in the simplicity
Of her perfect
Unpredictability...

So,
Welcome to Mother Nature's Boudoir
Light a candle and relax
You'll find her scented
Throw pillows,
As soft
As fluffy clouds
On a gloriously
Sunny
Day...

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)