First Part

The leaves turn brown,
brittle,
and fall,
dead,
to the cooling ground.
Winter is here.

Second Part

With intended offense,
I scream my blasphemies
to the unyielding,
unfeeling,
uncaring skies.

Howard Scott
October 1990

...And continued with some more poetry from the past...

London, July, Upon notice of Grandfather’s death
(From the England Writings)

Life, like an ember, grows cold.
The winds of the ages bold
Whips past all, the young and old
As Death bargains, bought and sold.

Why must it come to an end?
Why can’t the rules, for once, bend?
Why must death, through life, descend?
Why is it gone like the wind?

Illusions of life shattered,
As if nothing else mattered.
Memories so fond, scattered,
Emotional sense battered.

Haven’t I been here before?
Lost in the legend and lore
As millions cry out for more
And finish as spirits soar.

Borne on wings of dragons
And riding winged stallions,
The life cycle then begins,
Once, for all, again, again.

Howard Scott
August 1986

Enroute, Visions of Yesterday
(From the England Writings)

How calm the hills around me roll
As the clouds and the darkness slide on
To their final destination
Far off on the eastern edge of the world.

First a tunnel in darkness folds;
Now again the grey light of day.
The train moves swiftly on its rail
Toward Scotland, land of mystery and home.

But even as I enter in,
My thoughts return to Olde London
And to a night lost in time
And to the lover left behind.

One empty night was filled in love
And we both got what we desired
With no regrets, but longing hearts
And a wishing for things to come.

But what, you ask, of moral truth?
To answer you, I now reply:
The life I was living is dead
And my moral truth must now change.

Sacrilegious? I’ll burn in Hell.
Be that well as it may be true;
I’ll not debate the obvious
Nor defend my own position.

I am lost, but I don’t want to be found;
Therefore, I am happy.

Howard Scott
8 August 1986

Let Me....
(From the Vineyard Writings)

Let me show you the world I know.
Let me show you aurora’s glow.
Let me teach you the ways of old.
Let the tarnished be turned to gold.
Let the winds of time surround us.
Let me prove my emotions just.
Let me take you into my arms.
Let my love shield your life from harms.
Let all the deities above
Look carefully upon my love.
Maybe then you too will see
What holding you would mean to me.
So let me take you far away
Where my love holds all fears at bay
And let me rest you in my heart,
That not even Death tear us apart.
Let me show you infinity.
Let the gods show amenity.
Finally, let me show to you
How very much I do love you,
As I lay down immortal life
And, doing so, prevent your strife.
I love you, whoever you are,
As the midnight moon loves the star.
So let me stay forever near
To listen, your heartbeat to hear.

Howard Scott
18 August 1986

Notes from a college notebook
(From the La Grange Writings)

Existentialism- Values are learned
Pragmatism- Values are subjective

What color was Josephine’s wig?
Which wig, the white one or the brown one?

Is Satan acting and know he is acting, or does he believe he is all that he says he is?
(Concerning Milton’s Paradise Lost)

I’ve never been normal.

About Noah: Two mosquitoes- Male and female. This was quite a task for a man 600 years old.

You’ve got a word processor, so no one cares about nice handwriting anymore.

Wordsworth makes me puke.

Do unto others before they do unto you.

Howard Scott
Various dates, September 1987 to June 1989