Poem of the Moment
Sum of the time 11/18/2012
When the veil between the world’s is thin,
and winter is about to begin,
the meaning of life
is betwixt the dawn and the dusk of mortality.
May not this swaying rock the conscious into sleep.
May we not fall perilously down to the end of our outlay.
Standing at the lookout brushing the cold hand away.
May we not lose the now or fall astray,
slipping into slumbers deep,
not present for the dawning of knowledge.
Here now, gone now.
Two places, two faces.
An overview -
sum of the time.
Winter’s Calling 11/07/2012
Brutal shattering edge.
Icy wind careening through trees with
the last withering leaves’s bent rattle,
warning of frigid dangerous nights,
inspiring all nature to find a hearth.
Days paling and gray,
letting go the light births of spring,
now fallow and wan.
Reabsorbing the legacy of plenty
into cold storage.
Somnolent vigil, guarding the keep
for this long somber season,
and her stark, cutting, razor edged virtue,
true and piercing,
merciful in it’s despatch.
Allowing the old to die without clinging,
peacefully making the separation.
Tasting the sweetness that only true grief
allows in it’s seccession.
Secreting that spring will come again.
Harvest Time. 9/20/2012
As the autumn leaves tumble down,
and flowers are bending under morning dew,
we slowly turn, turn the seasons
to follow you.
Lightly drops the rain's cool breeze unfettered,
blowing slow over the inland fields,
suddenly rising, whipping...
Repeating the phrase winter's boon, winter's boon.
Come harvest time virtue,
skies darken and turn vigorous,
purple split clouds uneven,
their gestures unsure.
Sunny now, then dull.
Abandoned.
Waiting on a new season's doorstep
without seeing the true signs
of summer's ending.
