AUTUMNAL

A lonesome bird sings the evensonghis frantic wings beating towards home.I count my treasures in the darkwhere suggestible senses hold little sway.Moments tumbled through my fingers,flickering shadows danced by candlelight.Would that I could keep only joyful moments;somehow laughter and tears look alike in the lens of time.Could a rose be parted from her thorns and

HOMAGE

I walk barefoot on the grass my homage to summer creature meets creature in the intimacy of touch I cup my hands around the stars constellations danced My spirit soared, my feet kept step with the night one by one, the fireflies’ light burnt out ***** Linking with DVERSE OPEN LINK NIGHT

AUGUST

In August, the rain takes a break and gallivantsall over the world, gathering vapor to complete itselfthe yellowed grass sometimes sways in the breeze like a satellite checking out the weatherah, poor Zinnia could only bow her head praying earnestly for a drop of waterwhile I sit in the shade – helpless -while I am

SECRET

Your name was carved in my heart Long before I fell in love Its sound rolled as velvet in my tongue Its form gave art to my hand. And yet, and yet no one knew About this spell that turns my day From gloom to magic in a breath This secret I buried, deep within,

MUSINGS

The days become a giant clock and I, its moving hand, marking the hour remembering the time, the same as what is gone, the same as what is to come. Days, hours minutes fold into each other indistinguishable. Perhaps, it is all a trick of the mind – the walls preserve life, the walls take

WANDERINGS

No more are the violins playingno more music float in the airSilence is descending and here I am.Alone. Why do my hands have thorns instead of a song?my shoulders sag in the weight of memoryThose what-could-have-beens -If I only could set them in a tune – could be real Set into song Too many doors

OCTOBER

-i- Dahlias stand upright against Autumn skieslong after the sunflowers have fallen;Flowers have turned to fruits,empty spaces grow in the garden. -ii- Flowered teapots speak of happy days,sit pretty in the cupboardswaiting for the daysteeped in friendship and reminiscence. -iii- Voiceless faces roam the wildernessdrowning in words, seeking truthheavy hearts seek solace in a drifting

RAIN

LullabiesFrom long agoThe rains sing Tenderlyfalling raindropsSoothe the night Even the starsDim their lightsFor some rest And wakeupTwinkling insidea dewdrop Linking with DVerse’s Open Link Night

TO A HYDRANGEA PAST ITS PRIME

You have lost the vibrance of your huesYour blushing pink, sweet lavender, or sky blueHave long faded into sage green leavingFaint traces of what you once wereHinting of what will be. Veins on your petals writeAll the summer days and all the stormy daysThat deepened your roots. You have changedYou are changingYet in this world

SEASONS

Sunflower, bent with age, lets fall her seedsSeptember brought the chill to August’s swelter Summer’s grandeur is on the wane, and ISquirrel away its taste and fragrance Serene is the sunlight filtering through the windowShining on memories Songs and words have forgottenSolitude hovers in the horizon Sparrows dance a merry dance for the seeds in