No one could have been happier than me last Sunday afternoon when we went to a park for our family’s usual Sunday walk.  I spied a rather big pond while we were looking for a parking slot.  As soon as I could, I begged my leave to go to the pond (with my toddler inContinue reading “A SWAN LAKE IN AUTUMN”


Mist blankets the sleeping river like the veil to a bride that shelters her mystery against vulgar eyes. River wakes and yields her shadows to the light breaking through her still waters to draw out the beauty within. Colors burst above and below. Reflections multiply the glow of an autumn day while the river sighs.Continue reading “AUTUMN RIVER”


Darkness cloaks October mornings even as birds serenade the sun Blades of grass shiver beneath fallen leaves yet glow in the splendor of their frosty crown. And I wish I sleep the sleep of a child peaceful and warm under layers of sheets But duty calls and so I must arise Rise I must whileContinue reading “OCTOBER MORNINGS”


AUTUMN IN A MINOR KEY** It’s a lonely march to winter Lamentations rend the air for lives lost too soon like leaves prematurely drummed out by the rains. The river flows like an old man lost in his solitude shuffling to the unbroken rhythm in minor key that aches for an ending. Emptied spaces stretchContinue reading “YET ANOTHER AUTUMN POEM ACHING FOR A TITLE”


Temptation is an onyx raven plaguing the defenses of my soul pecking, clawing, it circles around me as if it smells carrion within this forest of innocence my refuge and protection It cracks my shield and darkness filters through My bones are bruised My soul is limp but I have not sinned while I resist.Continue reading “TEMPTATION”

LATE NOVEMBER (WPC: It’s Not This Time of Year Without)

The sun retires at 4 o’clock in this part of the world up north The branches, shorn of leaves, sport some snow for a new winter coat Forgotten apples, still crisp, shiver in the November sky And those who neither reap nor sow can feast just like you and I. At six o’clock it stillContinue reading “LATE NOVEMBER (WPC: It’s Not This Time of Year Without)”

THE LAST LEAF (A Quadrille)

I’m the last leaf in the tree why was I chosen to be alone where’s the joy in mornings getting colder and darker or in robin’s songs getting fainter and fainter That I’m a survivor means nothing when each breath only delays the inevitable DVerse Poets’ Quadrille #21 – Breath


That moment when I caught him watching leaves falling from the trees and reaching out with his little arms That moment when I saw him snapping a hawkweed flow’r from its stem and staring at it laying on his hand for however long that moment when he looks at me his lips parting into aContinue reading “THE AGE OF WONDERS (WPC: Magic)”


I want to hear Silence winding its way in the crowd picking up the noise and zipping them in his bag. I would like to hear him sing in the treetops and on the ground accompanied only by birds carrying their rhythm to the clouds. I would love Silence to sit with me on theContinue reading “A MOMENT WITH SILENCE”