It was the perfect picture
for the last day of fall :
Pale blue skies
cotton candy clouds
warm golden fields of hay
cropped close to the ground
glowing in the crisp sunlight

When I die
plant me like a seed at the roots of a willow tree
so that I may be reborn amongst Her roots,
and travel to the tips of Her ever swaying leaves;
Let me fervently fight the stillness of death,
forever whipping and lashing,
together,
with Her branches.

Life is a state of mind,
A merry go round of your choosing,
That either brings tears of joy,
Or screams of terror,
Peace,
Or Drama.
One you can never depart,
Until that one concluding breath.
Will you look back on the well trodden path
With recollections of joy,
Or regret?

Like an envelope unopened.
A song unsung.
Not to be known.
Just a touch of sorrow.
A little bit of want.
Dropped from heaven.
Bursts of stars.
Sloppy kisses.
Tipsy turns.
Careful sips of life.

Just a delay;
Awaiting a stop;
Careful coasting
To life’s edge.
Brief lapse
From tumbling truth.

Last night,
when I closed my eyes,
I saw the moon
so full and so bright.
I fell asleep smiling.

The power went off
The street was dark and quiet
One single star shines.