Two Woodpeckers
Came by today
For food
And water
Spangled with white stars
and red stripes
They chased off
Red-hooded finches
And Chestnut-colored sparrows
To get the best peck
At the suet and the seed
–They comfort me–
Ambitious!
Certain.
Waking
My consciousness comes
In globs of Honey
Amber capsules
Holding the
Last vestiges of my dreams
Dropped and drawn
Into the moments
Of what the day may bring
Interspersed
With darkness–
With sleep…
The bending on a
Dali Clock
Stilled and stopped
Time travel
before it
Begins again
–at 7:10
The full blue moon set
This morning on Hallow’s Day
A Day for Dead
To be remembered
Alters built
For friends and pets
Family, loved ones
These ancestors we’ve kept
In tales of remembrance.
The power of the story
To recall the spirit
Of our cherished gone.
We long
For resurrection!
And within
These brief moments
They are here
— With us.
The withering leaves
Holding on to the green
As they struggle
Laden with
Snow to control
The last moments
Of their living existence
Short the distance
To the ground
Where they will soon
Be piled up
Into fond
Childhood Memories
Another year has passed
And Autumn comes again
at last
To usher in memories
of my poetic dreams
I’ve stalled time and again this year
Not completing themes I fear
Lost my way in the anger
Of the body politic, a danger
To my own mental peace of mind
In due time perhaps I will find
My way back home to discover
The fruits of Garden Psalms, a labor
To harvest fruits much greater
Than the hatred that blooms
A simpler time I pine for
Where neighbors still knock at the door
To share their lives and times
before the Covid grind where
Hate and isolation define
This once tolerable nation.
The Fall Casts
False shadows
That last
A little longer
Than the one before
And
At the
Door
Knocks Autumn
But
You’re still dressed for Summer
And you’ll catch the death
of cold
“Don’t cha know?”
Yet she still shows
her flowers
Burgeoning
after showers
Surging in the morning light
Yes, Autumn bright and
warm in
the afternoon
of our farewells
(to Summer).
Rolling breeze
Drifts past my understanding
Blowing away the seeds
Of my awareness
Into new soils
Filling unprecedented moments
With growth
On New Minds
An orderly disarray —
Recorder singing
Up and down the scale
While the flowers
Of Autumn dance
In the light breeze.
Forget-me-nots
And daisies
Orange marigolds
Red dew cups
Full of bees knees
Tomato, basil
Garlic Please!
Small leaves
Of chard to
Be tossed with
The lard of
A beautiful bacon butt.
Don’t be late for breakfast!
The shadows lay down
In Autum Mornings
Low Southern sun
Not ready to become
Part of the day yet.
Hiding behind mountains
Waiting to crawl back
Into the limelight
Peeking behind the trees at
The end of their summering.
Another, soon to be
Casualty of the fallen
As winter presses her cold
Fingers over
The Earth
A fresh start
Like cold autumn air
Pulling back the heat curtain
To reveal brisk brightness
That bites at the lungs
And steams out your mouth.
A cup of hot coffee
Vapor currents dancing
From its circular rim…
So it begins
And we scan the horizon
For Hot Air Balloons
That aren’t rising this year.
No mass ascension
To draw your attention
Away from the boring end
of summer.
In this Covid time
No gathering sublime
to race off into
the sunrise.
Here we sit
and take a sip
of our cooling coffee
at the breakfast table
unable to escape another day.