Thoughts on Autumn (a micropoetry series)
drifting home
with the autumn leaves
colored into the earth
a spirit dream
as you walk along the lawn
all covered in leaves
this spot where
you stand, molded
like a statue
and chiseled deep
into the earth
my spirit lay
beneath the autumn wind
inside a blanket
of all your colors
thoughts like a net
woven into the fabric of the wind
to capture what little impulse
there is to escape
Harbor
along the harbor
where green sea goes gray
on an autumn day
as it’s turned half winter
now in the sun
and the pairs form
of cold light and mannequins
that mouth out with their frozen lips
of something yet to come
