The Ache
I ache
for missing you
the teardrops
beading up
on the inside
instead of trailing
down my cheeks
my soul filled
with tiny fissures
minuscule fractures
that seep
that weep
as I trudge onward
working
hour after hour
and always
still missing you.
The Cycle
Autumn
is filled with
damp and decay
as vivid shades
fade away
to mushy muck
and wet gunk
that sticks
to the bottom
of muddy shoes
Then spring
will come and
muck will dry
and crumble
to become soil
for something new.
Suspended Moments
There are times
in life when
you take a pause
and look
with clear sight
upon where you are
where you’ve been
and where you’re going
when the world
stretches out
before you
and time seems both
so brief
and so very long
all at once.
Nature’s Secrets
Hidden faces
in quiet places
peer out
as they blend in
hard to see
they hide
in plain sight
but yet we see
nothing but
autumn’s glory
as we play
the ultimate game
of hide and seek.
Autumn Nip
Autumn
slips to
winter cold
and
wet clings
to everything
but even now
beauty holds
all rapt
in its
embrace.
The transition from fall to winter is a slow one in this part of the world, filled with a nip in the air and cold rains, vibrant leaves and emerging green as evergreens overtake autumn shades.
Memory Lane
The beaded curtain
rustles as strands brush
like whispering
branches
at the edge
of the long field
and as
incense swirls
through the senses
memories
of autumn hikes
through
tall damp grasses
rise in the mind.
Twisting the Leaf 