Tuesday, October 9, 2012

A hint of winter



Wonderful scent of rain,
but not quite yet.
A brisk touch in the air,
but not quite yet.
Crisp leaves in the fading
grass. Not quite yet.


Sunday, September 30, 2012

Sad?



Across from me on the 33 bus:
her shopping bags were brimming,
carrots still with their tops, low fat milk
and nutritious, multi-grain bread.
As we rode for many blocks,
she was talking, maybe a bit too loud,
sometimes laughing,
in conversation
with someone not there.

She seemed sad, I judged.
And, yet I know nothing
of the fullness of a life
lived in her world.
Where did I find sadness?


Saturday, September 29, 2012

It is fall



Wet pavement after the Equinox─
beautiful patterns evoke memories.

The air has a faint chill, it is fall.
Summer’s ease begins to fade.


Sunday, September 16, 2012

Intricacy



I don’t question
the intricacy that
coping and aging requires.
But, I am glad
I don’t forget
what it once took
to navigate my world.




Monday, September 3, 2012

Metaphor


Of course, blue moon is metaphor.
As the second full moon appeared
over the city rooftops it seemed,
like distant love, so very real.


Saturday, August 18, 2012

Tide line


A crisp, slightly gray day.
Low tide opens a path:
inspiration for a short dance
or a meandering walk into the mist.


Monday, August 13, 2012

Simply too strong


Rigid, tight shadows and strangely linear:
sometimes the world as envisioned
by some feels simply too strong.