fire and
gunpowder
do not
sleep
together

Six
  feet
    of
      dirt
        make
          all
            men
              equal

You cannot
be lost
on a
road that is straight.

So if you
see a friend
without a smile,
give them one
of yours.

And remember,
all people smile
in the
same language.

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving  
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing  
as a woman takes up her needles  
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the *** abandoned  
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.  
Let the wind die down. Let the shed  
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop  
in the oats, to air in the lung  
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t  
be afraid. God does not leave us  
comfortless, so let evening come.

Fall,

I fell in love
with your
warm inviting
rustic hues
so very
long ago.
The smell of
burning wood
and hot
apple cider
wafting by me
from the mill
down the road.
Oh how I
long for
scary Halloween
movies with
Jason, Freddy,
Michael,
a witch and
a black cat.
Pumpkins and
spice and a
hoodie with
a hat.

Autumn,

every year
I fall for you
like leaves
that fall from
their trees.
The October air
that is fresh
and crisp
with each
Autumnal breeze.

If I could
marry a season?
For you
Autumn,
I would fall
to one
bended knee.

I miss your
romantic aura
that unlocks
my passion's
passion with
only your key.

During your
season... ..

I have never
seen anything
quite more
remarkable or
beautiful than one
of your trees.

Fall,

you
captivate... ..

you
mesmerize me.

when i want you,
you will
know it

when i lean
into you,
you will tell
me to
go for it

you remind me
of Glenn Close,
that movie it
just fits

one lil' kiss
and forever's
fire was
lit

you are the one
that i will
always regret

for
every sunrise
and
every sunset

Another day vacating my bed with a sigh.
I stand up annoyingly and question myself why.
Is it because fame and fortune are my destiny today?
Nah, it's a laborious routine, I strive to find some other way.
It's now evolved into a chore and chores are no fun.
An everyday beating from the merciless sun.
By 3 pm , tired, spent and drenched in sweat.
36 years my body now regrets.
July, August, I can't wait till Fall.
November , December to see the first snowflake and thankfully end it all.