Her smile is verily my life’s bright sun
Her hair a waterfall of autumn leaves
My puzzled mind her wit has solved and won
By kiss of flowers she my heart achieves
I know that I have found my life’s true mate
When her I see my heart is light and warm
With her fore’er I gladly seal my fate
She will in goodness all my life transform
I do not know what storms we’ll brave at sea
Together we will journey far and wide
What ports we visit I can’t wait to see
I’ll sail with her until our eventide
With ring of heavy stone I gave my oath
*To love and cherish you, I pledge my troth

This autumnal heart of mine
Yearns for days of cooler clime
Branches, black, through white mist peer
Grasp at their last leaves, so dear,
Flaming fading life of summertime

Biting frozen morning air
Fills my nose, I long for where
Sunrise fogs in gold streaks lay,
O’er frosty dew, circles fay
Spiders’ diamond webs my soul ensnare

Frosted breath and sweater sleeves
The dry smell of fallen leaves
Winding mazes through the corn
Scarecrow faces, so forlorn
Find in twilight equinox reprieves

Smell of wood smoke, festive spice
Jolly pumpkins’ flick’ring eyes
Misty mountains, moonlit trees
Crisp crack crunch of fallen leaves
I feel most alive as the year dies

darkness

silence

stillness

motion in waiting
waiting in motion

that which has come had already occurred

all of nothing is one of everything
that which is not, is

the broken circle is whole

that which is, is not
everything at once is nothing at all

that which is yet to come will occur again

motion is waiting
waiting is motion

movement

sound

light

Mountain winds sigh
Mountain winds caress my face,
Hug me in a fond embrace
Pine their needles wave a greeting that is ancient, timeless, now
Lake of liquid sky ripples near my feet,
Waves of past, future in the present meet

Mountain winds breath
Standing tall against the skies,
Mountains, alpine rulers, rise
Clothed with cloaks of aspen, pine, and jeweled with snows and river flows,
And crowned with diadems of wisp-spun cloud
While birds their piquant trills and whistles sound

Mountain winds roar
Rain itself flings to the ground,
Light and sound clash round and round
Huddled under thrashing boughs, I cower, exult, in the cry
Of earth and sky and wood together torn,
The trees and stones by wild west wind are worn

Mountain winds whisper
Water droplets on the grass
Bend the blades like arcs of glass
Fragrance of new rain and dirt, pine resinous and flowers wild
This is but my dream, my homeward yearning,
Of the mountain winds’ great endless churning