Autumn

Autumn

Has let itself be known.

 

Beyond this point crimson fire

has burned through the horizon.

A shower of leaves blaze through

the swaying brown wheat, mournful

at its harvest.

The pink berry lives in the fields of orange.

Sleek pines counter the fluid movement of color.

We have lived through the world together,

Gazing at the textiles of fall.

The yellow shores and the azure bay;

The russet meadows and the neon wildflowers.

Draping vines move their petaled fronds

with their transparent silver and shades of gold.

And here are the chestnut oaks as we speed towards the

Rising Sun,

the world

gray in the

morning.

October 12th

The cold and quiet clouds

Are encapsulated in a cage of magnificence.

(Weeping vines sweep shoulder to shoulder.)

The city is suspended above us

And forever is beyond us.

One day I’ll take you to the marshes

Where the birds fly free.

Note to Self

In the mirror is my worst enemy and greatest friend.

You convey so little,

Your heart is late.

You trail the blazing stars and then -

You stop.

Pale as snow and dark like a jungle,

In the sun her hair glitters like a yellow forest.

A red rose and a white lily,

(And a bright blue sky as an afterthought.)

Beauty in the greatest,

Greatest is the true.

Truth in those who love you.

Love is beautiful.

Ode to Creativity

Let your
Imaginings
            Take you away from your usual reality

[The stigmatism makes the trees look shrouded in peacock feathers. The charred wood speaks of beginnings.]

Your dreams
            Can only take you so far

[The orange sun emerges like a city light. It’s a globe of fire, continents of flame. But the People of the Sun are burned by ice.]

Your heart
            Can lead the way,
                        But creativity will guide you

[Many things are held sacred in this world: the voices of the feathered things, the coming of Dawn, the mysteries of the end. Do you see your imaginings among them?]

Your dreams
            Can make you stronger
                        Love will make you wiser

[The fog drips down on the sidewalks. Is this what it feels like to be suspended in a cloud? Your breathththth encapsulated in the pearly white mist?]

As the winter goes,
            Spring will come
                        Will your colors burst free?

[The ocean stretches forever, the first sustenance. You always face the east when you swing, because that is where you came from. Uncertain waves channel the essence of infinity. What would it be like to fall into them?]

Be akin to
            Wonder
                        Watch the wild things

Poem: The Teddy Bear

As I passed the veteran’s memorial

On my way to the bird sanctuary,

I saw a teddy bear

In the hollow of a

Tree.

Poem: Juahla

This jay bounds through the forest.

The umber-colored earth stirs.

An apple signals unrest.

This house lives in the forest.

The great sycamore log stirs.

An acorn signals unrest.