Friday, October 22, 2010


How many lanes have passed beyond
The simple maiden's gentle song?
How many words have not been said
Of meadows light, and lilac's beds?
God only knows what peaks and crests
Have never caught the breath from chests
What isles still have yet to see
The foreign fruit and stranger's tree---
What ocean depths, what wild beast
Has never licked the modern feast
What explorations still unreached
Wait for us, stretched across the sea.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Autumn Hello

Goodbye to summer, sweet and full
To corncobs' plump and shiny hulls,
To bright blue skies and shifting brooks
To warm, brown lanes and shady nooks.
Delightful sun casts light away
And settles for the crimson day
Black Labradors splash throughout the mud
Duck season where the cloudheads scud.
While summer bids the months adieu,
Autumn paints out its "Hello" hue.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Purity of Season

Autumn passes by the window,
Cold as lemonade in heat
Gold bright footsteps slowly passing
Covered by a frosty sheet,
Leaves sweet-passing on the thresh hold
Of the cabin in the wood,
Little peak'd roof encumbered
By the crimson sunset's hood.
Mourning doves sing deep and warmly
On the bough above the door,
Chipmunks scurry in the shadows
Of the forest's drifting floor
And the light slips in the morning
Swipes the shingles and the walk
Acorns glitter in the twilight
Like brown diadems of chalk.
Autumn seems so pure and perfect
When it's race has just begun...
Gleaming, shimmering in evening
Sparkling in midday sun.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

When Winter Comes

Can't feel the frost on my frozen toes,
Nothing, no light, no ephemeral glow
Lasting so briefly, but sweet and slow.
Oh, yet my heart feels so light and free!
So golden, so glorious, full of glee
That I gave no part of the whole of me.
I gave it to summer---no romance, no man
I gave it to spring with her ribbons of land
I gave it to autumn, be-speckled and tan.
When winter came nipping, I knew not its song
For I was engaged in the pure river throng,
The heavens and winds with their calm, cool tongues.
Free--I am free---bound by nothing, save God
Tied to no memory, freed by the sod...
Oh! Now my heart knows no rope and no rod.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Somewhere Home

How many dozen raindrops have fallen?
How many twilights have come?
How many dawns have stepped to us calling
Calling us back to our home?

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Step into Frost

Dash through the pale gray autumn leaves
Twilight falls on the tree's brown knees
Bright black ravens in the spinning sky
Feathers drift in October's eye.
Lone, still roads full of pumpkin's vines
Glimmering gold with their rough, round rinds
Feel each slow footstep ring through the mist
Cheeks soft and cool with a frostbite's kiss.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Where is the light when all seems lost?
One, but one, bore the single cost
One, but one, on a bloody tree
Died so that light would shine on me.
Where is the sun when all seems dim?
One, but one, took the weight of sin
One, but one, tore the veil in two
Died so that sun would shine on you.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Droplet Significance

One droplet touches down upon the ground...
The droplet forms a puddle with no sound...
The puddle makes a trickle, forms a pond
The pond increases to a lake upon the lawn.
The lake spills out, becomes a river through the trees
The river swells in to a channel towards the sea
The sea becomes an ocean, full and free.
So every little droplet in the breeze
Forms out a single moment, which, increased
Becomes a puddle, pond, a sea...
As insignificant a motion seems to be
Remember: A raindrop soon becomes a sea.