Tangled in vines of thought
A yearning for season change
Buds on iron railings wrought
Cannot surffice her longing
For it is her garden of thought
Where future days are cropped
Already set to days that ought
Rejuvenate her fertile mindset
She's anxious to blossom sort
That trees may dress up oh so
Remorse loosens in vibes of thought
As sure as sunshine after rain
Trek when sunny the day
Being close to trees again
Moss on age old stone
Birdsongs as sunshine after rain
Tired legs tired back
Stopping starting up again
Backpacks heavy to shoulders
Cicadas their shrill refrain
Atmosphere eerie forest green
Continue as sunshine after rain
© gillena cox 2026
Left or Right: A Fold
Walk with me, this sunny day
Let's count our strides; one
Two, three, here to there, may
Get us only to the curve, just
Barely; yes, this sunny day
Clear of the front gate, here
The Western Main Road, lay
Shall we go left, or go right,
To the market place i dare say
Not to distant, stacked with
Goodies to fetch, this sunny day
Goddess - A Fold
I am goddess; if you agree,
How would your adoration then
Befit that i-creature in me?
Would you send supplication?
To this goddess, if you agree.
Heaven is her abode and destination.
Do you understand what you see?
Power and mercy are her instructions,
But only, if you realize the i in me,
Ponder this! smile but never smirk,
At this goddess she, if you agree.
Magnificat of Morning - A Fold
Morning bespoke of bird song,
Wends her way in andante strides,
What could ever go wrong?
Sunrise, moonset, is morning's magnificat
As we know, bespoke of bird songs;
Fantasy of the earth standing still
Has been sipped like fine tea in long,
Pandemic permission curtailed days,
Still, will not cower to the fiction,
As Covid spanned its own season,
Even to morning bespoke of bird song.
© gillena cox 2025
Destined Moon - a Fold
Blame it in the moon, she of waxing and waning,
Predestined through myriad phases,
All her life spent in shiftshaping,
All her wanders through continents,
Seemingly stationary, she of waxing and waning
Oceans and tides listen,
And farmer's worms digging,
Know how deep to penetrate,
In the job of soil airing,
And lovers too like to say,
Blame it on the moon, she of waxing and waning.
© gillena cox 2025
Heart Unclassified - Fold
There is no dewey decimal system in my heart:
Neither are memories jumbled nor labled,
At clouds in slow motion i can shoot a dart,
Under a sky where destined birds fly;
Absolutely, no dewey decimal system in my heart,
Neither is it mixed or melded,
I can still taste coconut tart;
And rosebud still open in sweet fragrance,
And betrayal is stamped with ink indelible's art ,
Its all there a science project of suspension;
No need for a dewey decimal system in my heart.
© gillena cox 2025
IN REFLECTING - A FOLD
Yet still i recall in reflecting,
As if at logger heads thunder clapped
November streaked in lightning,
Despite her torrid weather,
I still do recall in reflecting,
Days of - will this never cease?
Still, trees are lit now and blinking,
The grinch, maybe was behind it all,
With all his mischief making,
Hope shines through in the end,
As still i recall in reflecting.
when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man-- e e cummings
Here And Over There
How can mist just absorb it all?
Mountain, palm, and aged tree;
Oh silver-lit sky! answer his call,
Say to morning, here i am, before
Deciding to just absorb it all;
There in yond garden, an effort
Of blossoming peeps over a wall,
There 's sure to be delighted
Hearts swooned to watch some fall,
Yin and yang fill empty whole
So how can mist just absorb it all?
© gillena cox 2024
Green Fold
Moisture absorbing earth, a reward of green;
Cultivars and wild ones rejoicing,
Ensuing a vibrant luscious scene;
Carpeting with a few colour pop ups,
Meadowing, variety to a reward of green;
The colour of trees unassuming,
Unfruited, unflowered, undemanding mein,
Green as grass, green of leafy trees,
The mountains verdant where clouds stop to glean,
Essences of scenes at greening,
Cooling relaxing the eye is, a reward of green.
© gillena cox 2024
An Autumn Fold
What have i heard of Autumn?
Leaves fall, they bare the trees.
What is this Season's anthem?
Colours! brown, orange, red, and
Yellows too; i 've heard of Autumn.
Some poets mourn, some celebrate;
Meeker morns are a humdrum,
But the berry’s cheek is plumper,
Don't lose hope, or hit rock bottom,
Though now the rose is out of town,
Ah, the sentiments i've heard of Autumn
© gillena cox 2024
Let Her Be - A Fold poem
The i - do husband ups and left her;
She is single again and wise enough not
to play the blame game, not for her,
There are people to be blamed, she knows.
With two children to nurture, he ups and left her;
She has neither the time, money, or energy
to have another man walk beside her;
Let her be, she has a brain, she's not stupid,
He is the wild weed in the storm not her,
She can decide to be without a man,
She doesn't need another i - do cause he ups and left her.
© gillena cox 2024
from Pinterest; painting by Elena Yushina, 1958 ~ Impressionist painter
An Autumn Fold
Crackling lightning follows rowdy thunder;
My Mac-burger and Coke held for dear tighter,
No one told me i would be in this blunder;
The very sky did, of a foreign country,
Dormant minutes ago speaks rowdy thunder,
Vacation do and don'ts didn't list
Carry an umbrella, no wonder
Oh bless my heart today i am doused so
In pouring rain like a flounder
Autumn trees in there colourful garb watch me
Protecting Mac and Coke in rowdy thunder
REMEMBERING MELODIES
Bird song at dawn belongs to awakening,
Grey sky has a chance now to colour brag,
Then to silver, some pinks are showing;
How in the planet's name do those birds
Remember melodies, dawn belongs to awakening;
Coolness of morning shadows,
Lend to a new day of enjoying;
Vanilla ice cream will savour dessert spoons
Licked to childhood rememberings,
Awe belongs in every sunset,
Gratitude at sunrise, dawn belongs to awakening.
REMEMBERING MELODIES © gillena cox 2023
Let the sparkly Christmas tree;
Busy shoppers at the mall;
All be a delight to me.
Voices of angels heard on high;
Angels atop the Christmas tree;
Sing of God and love.
I will lend ear to mountains in glee;
Be drawn to miracles of manger;
Respond at this majesty;
With longing for reign of peace.
Now, let's bauble every Christmas tree!
© gillena cox 2022
[image courtedy dVerse]Paprika sonnet red as eventide?
Russet as a sky in setting gear,
Warm as a kiss on a cooling breeze?
Somber lemongrass for you my dear.
How shall we sup this night then?
On holy vanilla cuddles? where
Coriander and cinnamon dilly dally,
Between verse and rhyme? fear
Not the passion of a ginger sweet tryst.
With dill and thyme i woo you my dear.
TRYST © gillena cox 2022
NOTE: How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE
I used from, list of spices and related words: Cinnamon Coriander Ginger Lemongrass Paprika Vanilla Thyme Dill
