Tuesday, December 2, 2014


rain falls
in torrents
but the barrel
is never full

the pump handle
is broken
water in the well
has turned
to wine

Red Umbrella

two figures emerge
shrouded in misty haze
strolling the wet boulevard
huddled as one
entwined in the embrace
of gossamer dreams
drifting beneath the canopy
of a red umbrella
dissolving as silhouettes
into the gray timbre
of late afternoon
with secrets only they can share
suspended in transcendent moments
echoing in footfalls
on a sodden satin way
unfolding before them

Enter Autumn

let brown be blown beyond
in frowsy bluster
vanishing into mist
on crisp autumn air

let the wind caress
leaves rustling boughs
pulled awry in
its restless wake

let us gather quietly
clasping hand of another
not bending in fear
or shrouded in silence

let joyous song
sound in season
and time given to make
of what simplicity is