Leaves prove to us
the coming of the winter season
gentle floating blades
cut deeply into memory

The innocence of a pile
of orange, reds, and
browns
as they continued to fall
I have
grown

less and less they are noticed
so complacent we have become
to take part in
the joy
of a simple
change of color

Moon Talk

I am so alone this night.
I hold a conversation
with my old friend the moon.
I whisper to him.
I feet so incomplete
how can all these years pass by
and leave me such a partial being.

My supportive friend answered me
I an seldom complete
sometimes waxing sometimes waning.
Sometimes hardly a flicker of a smile
Sometimes a ghost of a sad mouth.
Remember my human friend
You don't have to be
complete or full to shine.

He always makes sense
I guess he is wiser than humans
after all how many
millions of years old is he.

Then he gave me
the answer I needed
he mused softly.
His voice so magical.
So philosophical
I love him in this mood.

But when you are
feeling full or whole.
That is the time to shine.
To light up the world in the power
of your reflected completeness.
That is when you
will have the power.
The power to effect
every person on earth.
And Move the oceans