Member Poem

I feel haunted somehow,
though imagination dreams,
true golden dawn vista,
for this solid early riser,
me a boundless leaper,
agile pole-vaulter,
as apt designation,
who finds that release,
in weather patterns,
after all they each,
charm bright moods,
or at least potential,
for enhancing slant,
of creatures so willing,
to grasp the benefit,
in environs blustery,
windswept and raw,
the abrupt volte-face,
horizons hazy hover,
the blissful born adept,
as they adapt well,
as is their wont,
in bursts of sunshine,
to reveal enchanted skyline,
that impetus to another,
stirring veil morning