#409. published

October 20, 2010

picking
up a red leaf
maple and small
that the crisp wind
brought announcing
softly winter

#406. mainely in my mind

October 16, 2010

its so funny
how crisp autumn
leads to change
returns thought
to creation dreams
of the road

finding the path once more
my boots turn away from home
towards the forests of living trees
the dying many colored leaves and far hills
and the honey golden hound who stops and gazes
back with puzzled tilted head soft eyes saying lets go

#405. autumn terrace report

October 13, 2010

fragment of summer
night stars
over
manhattan
a brief piece of peace

the free joy cries of children
and the barking answers of dogs
with the scent of street vendor barbecue
tickling my nose i lean back and close my eyes
as you reach over and playfully gently tug my beard

#404. every morning

October 12, 2010

casting about
no excuses
must face
my face
mirror
mirror
my face
must face
no excuses
casting about

distortions never lie
dormant my reflection
always seems to cry

#6. Laying Awake

September 2, 2009

Laying awake
Early am gentle joy snores
Resting presleep
Predream

Time travel
Everynight the good night
Remembering the ancient faces
Childhood fears turned comfort
Receiving the conciousness
Of my mother’s face
And the way she held her hands
Palm to palm
Backwards
Watching.

Laying awake
With my life
Ready to go.

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