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7h · 216
Late Fall Scene
Wet snow descending
Ghostly pines, great boughs bending
Autumn is ending
Winter comes early up here
7d · 32
I Like Your Edge
I like your edge
You lay it out
You say it straight
And you don't hedge

And I like to watch
Your expressions change
From sweet to sour
From sour to sweet
From sunny to dark
Then back again,
Like cloud shadows moving
On distant mountains...
Sun then shadow
Then sun again...
Oh, how I love your
Changing expressions!

But even more I like your edge
You say it straight
You lay it out
Without a doubt
And you don't hedge
Nov 12 · 87
Late Autumn Snow
Large, gentle snowflakes
Float slowly in freezing air
Under slate-gray skies
Seen today
Nov 8 · 32
Her Voice
From a distant garden
I hear her murmuring
Like a clear spring
Flowing over smooth pebbles,
Through sun and shadows,
Under leaves and needles.
I hear her voice, not what she says,
Her sound, but not her words:
I hear what's left of her words and what came before--
Semi words, undefined, like ***** of cotton
Shaped like drifting clouds
Like the sound the curtains make
When the wind blows in,
Or the sound a fly makes
Buzzing on a screen.
Woolly, fuzzy, smoky half-words
Rub my ears like kitten's fur and move on
Like tiny tumbleweeds with no special destination.
Comforting not to be alone:
In the silence that defines everything
So good not to be alone.
Nov 2 · 683
Old Songs
Truth be told
The old songs sound
Very, very old

Songs in moss
Are what come across
When I hear them play

Distant voices
Might bring to mind
Young love or a rainy day

But they seem covered with dust
Like silent nicknacks
On an old shelf

Or faded like pictures
Forever displayed
In halls inside of myself
Oct 31 · 92
I went to a restaurant one time
With a chain-smoking woman
And spent every dime,
Going through four-hundred dollars or more.
She died, maybe cancer, I'm not sure.
In town they all talked about my stash--
Everyone said I had so much cash--
But I had barely enough to survive
With just a little left over to buy
Cider and doughnuts for kids' trick-or-treat.
After that, the winter set in
With too little food and not enough heat.
I visited him at Halloween when I was a child
Oct 25 · 1.3k
A Long Time
One morning at sunrise,
I walked the beach
Looking for shells.

High on the bank,
Where no wave could reach,
An old man watched intently.

After a while
He gestured with his hand,
Calling me to him.

"You have many lives to live,"
He said (in a strange accent)
As he picked up a handful of sand
And let it run back to the ground
Through his fingers.

"That;s a lot of lives", I said,
Watching the last of it fall
And trying not to look afraid.

"Not the sand in my hand," he said,
"The sand on the beach."
He extended his arms,
Raised his eyes,
Then vanished
Before I could speak.
Based on a dream
Oct 22 · 139
Old Man, Dry Month
In this late season
I  cannot embrace the things
I loved in the spring
old man, dry month (from TSE)
Oct 21 · 94
Almost New Year
After Halloween
November and December
Go by in a flash
Oct 11 · 45
Mowing the Lawn
The grass is tall
The grass is small
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth I go

Mow, mow, mow
Mow, mow, mow

I hear the mower's motor
It cuts grass with its rotor

Mow, mow, mow
Mow, mow, mow

I'm trying to thin up a poem
As I'm walking along

I love the smell of fresh cut grass
As I'm mowing the lawn
Oct 6 · 67
Autumn Thought
"There's always next year"
Doesn't mean what it used to
Now that I am old
Oct 4 · 194
I'll Never Forget
Early morning snow
On the first of October
Nineteen sixty-two
childhood memory
Oct 4 · 307
Maybe Nirvana
Imagine yourself
Absent all self-awareness
But fully conscious
Deep thoughts, existential
Sep 28 · 251
We are the sunset
Love-flung to the sky
Lost in each other,
Looking back
On the world.
Sep 27 · 36
Along the Way
I have to stand somewhere
Until I find
A good place I can stand.
I really don't like shifting sand
Or muck that you sink into.
Isn't it much the same for you,
Looking for firm ground
As you're on the move?

And I have to hang onto something
Until something comes along
That I can really hang onto.
Isn't it similar for you,
Clinging to one thing
(The very best yet)
Until something else comes through?  

And I must find someone I can trust
Until someone comes along
Who I can really trust.
Leaps of faith I've made a few,
Landed hard and changed my view.
Isn't it sort of lie that for you?
Looking for the truth
As you're passing through?
Sep 24 · 162
In Fall
Autumn winds blow strong
Filling air with falling leaves
Parted from their trees
What I see today
Sep 15 · 105
If everything that
Existed didn't exist
There would be nothing
Sep 13 · 101
Final Season
In the end
The heart knows its way
And when my life begins to fade
My love for you
Will fade like
Summer's green leaves
To brilliant colors
And my fruit will be
The most abundant and sweetest ever
Before it falls to earth
Leaving me with branches bare
And nothing left to reach for
But heaven
Sep 3 · 66
One of those people
Who you think you'll see again
But you never do
Aug 30 · 40
In the shade where it's cool
A little stream ran
Making its way
Over pebbles and sand.
Forget-me-nots blue
Were growing nearby
Scattered like stars
On a grassy, green sky.

One evening in August
We stood there in silence,
Lost in our thoughts
As the water rushed on.
In time, we discussed
The forget-me-nots
And how they had lasted
All summer long.
They do last
Aug 27 · 114
Morning Walk
Early Autumn chill
Feelings of summer passing
Where did they all go?
Low 40's this morning
Aug 25 · 221
Half Empty
The graveyard is large
With many empty spaces
Waiting to be filled
Aug 24 · 48
They Know
Watch the leaves flicker
See the story of your life
The past and future
Aug 24 · 128
Wall and Shadow
The wall is our world
The shadow is the sun
Caressing us

The wall is the people we know
The shadow is our feelings
About them

The wall is our hearts
The shadow is the distance
Between them

The wall is the truth
The shadow is what we say
About our lives

The wall is your lips
The shadow is your breath
Flowing between them

The wall is the total
Of our experience
The shadow is my memories of you

The wall is my body
The shadow is the dust
It will become
Aug 21 · 56
My Stories
All of my stories
Romances of drifting clouds
My reality
Aug 20 · 161
Summer Clouds
All of them are clouds
All the loves of my long life
Summer clouds that drift
I ground her words
Into tiny flakes
And smoked them
All afternoon
After that, I fell asleep
And woke up on the moon
Aug 18 · 60
A Sad Poem
Maybe it was big spiders
From underneath the eaves
Or maybe just a little bird
That came down from the trees
Or maybe some fat garter snake
That crept up from the lawn
In any case, the next morning
All those four were gone...

Poor monarch caterpillars
Plump as plump could be
Contented, moving slowly
On their sweet milkweed
All four gone for ever
We'll see them not again.
Pretty butterflies on air
Alas, they would have been...
That time of year
Aug 16 · 597
Writer's Block
No rhyme at this time
Empty heart and empty mind
Can't love or opine
Aug 11 · 147
Jumbo Manhattan
Filling the yellow-bird glass
Friday night, at last
Aug 9 · 167
The wind in the leaves
Crickets chirping in August
Summer sounds we love
Jul 30 · 336
We make up stories
Trying to convince ourselves
Of what we believe
Jul 29 · 164
Butterfly shadows
Nothing more ephemeral
Nothing less either
Infinity--the great equalizer
Jul 23 · 350
Mountain Summers
Brief mountain summers
Come and go like humming birds
That hover and dart
Jul 21 · 114
Trying to Explain
I am the red sun rising,
And you the dawn's warm glow,
It's not exactly just like that
But similar, I know.

You are the moving ocean,
And I the rising tide,
A very hard thing to describe
But at least I tried.

You are the pure, white snow drifts,
And I the Winter chill,
That's a close description
But that's not quite it still.

You are the mountain air,
And I the eagle flying--
It really isn't just that way,
But I keep on trying.

It's like the barriers cease to exist
When bolts of lightning merge;
We pause--the thunder rolls away--
Then feel another surge.
Jul 18 · 61
Dust to Dust
Steep rusty roofs
On faded red barns
Dry stubble fields
Tall silos forlorn
Abandoned homesteads
Stretch cold empty arms
Silent remains of
What used to be

Gone from the fields
The crops and their yields
Gone from the homesteads
Families and kin
Old barns stand empty
It seems like a sin
And land that was dust
Is now dust again
Changing times
Jul 16 · 205
A Party
The wine is deep red
Sensual, smooth, semi dry
We revel in it
Jul 9 · 119
One Afternoon
Sitting on the porch
Sunlight splashing on the lawn
Summer moving on
Jul 2 · 165
Welcome Guests
In the summertime
Old memories from childhood
Visit frequently
Jul 1 · 65
Lost in Thought
Gentle summer rains
Falling on ponds and puddles...
The circles they make...
Jun 28 · 109
All Green
The leaves on the trees are all green
Green, green, green, green, green
Calling us to life
Do you know what I mean?

The leaves on the trees are all green
Green, green, green, green, green
Even in darkest  night
Do you know what I mean?

The leaves on the trees are all green
Green, green, green, green, green
They sing in the wind
Do you know what I mean?

The leaves on the trees are all green
Green, green, green, green, green
Seems they'll always be green
Do you know what I mean?

The leaves on the trees are all green
Green, green, green, green, green
Like I've always loved you
Do you know what I mean?
Jun 26 · 239
Wisdom with Age
You are what you are
You aren't what you used to be
You'll know when you're old
Seasons of life
Jun 23 · 132
Don't You Wish
Down on the green fleece jacket
The one with the piping white
Green like emeralds the jacket
Her hair, coal black like night.

The golden heart suspended
And chain about her neck,
Spend the hours close to her--
In heaven, I expect.

The hair net worn professional
A trend for fashion sets
When all beneath beguiles the eye
A crown on her it rests.

Once, I saw her run the square
A brisk and steady pace
Dressed in black from head to toe
A stern, determined face.  

I'm wishing I could run with her,
But that can never be--
Except maybe from time to time--
In a fantasy...
From way back when
Jun 18 · 199
Huge, white clouds that drift
Stately, shifting, rounded shapes
Younger days recall
Jun 15 · 238
The Philosopher
Does a bigger brain
Penetrate reality
Or make up stories?
Jun 8 · 166
Death:  no consciousness
A minute, a billion years
Exactly the same
Jun 4 · 185
Winter in Spring
Dandelion seeds
And apple blossom petals
Drifting springtime snow
May 30 · 748
Unrelenting Green
Unrelenting green
Is a very short season
Here and gone too soon
It begins shortly, when every leaf turns green
May 23 · 107
Misidentificatiion Haiku
Is that a dead fly?
No, that isn't what it is--
It's a bit of lint
Those little, black bits of lint and wool sometimes look
like flies.  Our minds can play tricks on us.
May 6 · 193
Time Travel
You seek time travel?
Then go to where time exists--
Go to your own mind
I think time is a product of our minds
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