Saturday, October 27, 2012

Color palette

This crazy color palette
Twisted by the desires of fall
Burning reds, and glowing yellow
Drops of green, and brown to follow

Drops of water can't wait to splatter
Gusts of wind will bring them down
On the ground to sweep the trail
But the clouds are waiting

Dusty flurry of colored dancers
Shakes the trees, and shakes the leaves
Sugar summer turning slowly
Into the shadow of a dreamonly

Fruits they are rolling
Cold feet are slowing
To let the eyes soak
The last drop of light

Before winter will come
From the dark from the cold
From the old story time
We all love -after fall only





Tuesday, October 09, 2012

fall

autumn has fallen upon us
suddenly, with a big rain
from a diffuse cloud that
insists it should stay;
the trees are trying
their last cherfull trick
turning their sugars
to yellows and reds;
and I can hear winter
approaching with steps
in the cadence of chestnuts
rolling down on our streets

Saturday, October 06, 2012

penelope

Penelope must have grown bitter
the weariness was at first
about the size of an apple seed
and she could easily swallow it;
she was hiding it well.
later it must have grown to
be like an almond seed
and people started to notice
her fragrance was changing
and her steps were getting slower
as if her trunk was dreaming
 of growing roots into the sand.
as many falls passed over her shoulders
she would keep a bit of their wind
in her heart, in her graying soul.
with the memory of a leaf falling
the sugar red turning brown, bitter
but the sea had the power
to wash it all, to draw it all
to swallow it whole
when she walked by the sea.
some still remember
Penelope pacing slowly
and lonely close to the shore
before she turned
her pain into a willow,
shaking her hair
into salty air