
Exhume
Grave-slab clouds exhumed. /
Water wandering wildly. /
Winter almost here.
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Exhume
Grave-slab clouds exhumed. /
Water wandering wildly. /
Winter almost here.
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Blur
Birds at the feeder,
blurry against the cold and
night’s coming embrace.
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That which is
As much idea /
as desire, as much action /
as place … is home.
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Waiting
Waiting your guidance, /
possessions are opinions /
lacking direction.
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Pumpkin spice
Oh, that pumpkin spice.
Some say, “How nice.”
Some say, “It doesn’t entice.”
In your latte or your cocoa cup,
It’s meant to please, to fill you up.
It’s as though this orange gourd
Was handed down by some manor lord.
But is this what Halloween means?
Lining someone else purse with our green
As we smell it, taste it, baste it,
Living as if we cannot waste it?
Oh, that odorous pumpkin spice,
Coming to offer, to entice.
A little pumpkin can be nice,
But a lot is like having lice.
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Moments
Moments are time’s stones. /
Some build bridges to the heart. /
Some become fall leaves.
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Salutation
I stand up to you, /
Young cat said to Old cane. /
Old cane kept its lean.
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Slight
Moon above, street light /
below. Clouds hue the fall night. /
Leaves limn with what’s bright.
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Color
Etched against autumn, /
Butterfly and sunflower /
Hold to summer’s bloom.
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Alone
Falling yellow tears, /
this sere autumn day is not /
for me, alone.
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