October #2

the leaves fall down
covering dawn with russet colors,
the leaves fall down,
protecting the earth like patient mothers.
the leaves fall down,
and mere humans watch and whisper,
but the leaves fall down
with no thought of mortal trifles.

October #1

Do not I owe some tithe of poems
to be sung and celebrated this day?
Am I not responsible for some joy
some expression, some rhymed lay?

The leaves watch me as they wither,
and the acorns, pumpkins, too
whispering me secrets of coming winter
And must I not follow through?

I have a debt, but not a burden,
a requirement of words,
a message of thanks for Nature's ken,
that should ring forth like fighting swords.

September #8

I saw the star, I saw the tree,
and saw the wish which cursed me.
I saw the leaf, I saw the flow'r,
the one that sprung from night shower.
I saw the worm, I saw the ant,
who moved through me towards the plant,
the plant which had brought me high
and there released me, alone to cry
and sigh, cry and dream,
of secrets of the way of being.
I saw the earth, I saw it all,
and in that moment began to fall.

April #24

Springtime grows in tiny flowers,
little leaves and ivy bowers.
The air grows free and fresh and bright,
while lovers talk and walk in the night.
Bees will buzz, and birds will sing,
while schoolchildren run by whistling.
Then summer will come, drive us all indoors
enchanting or frightening with blowsy storms.
But while the season is here, let's make it last,
and spend all our time in the present, not in the past.

April #10

Something witty,
something pretty,
something mild
and undefiled.
A little light,
a little dreamy,
teasing sight
of something seemly.
Give me flowers,
give me roses,
let's fill my hours
with little posies.
waste the time,
spent with me,
idle rhyme
and poetry.