Dreams and Autumn

The autumn turns to gold and green,
The winter stays at bay,
There’s mist upon the meadowside,
And breeze to kiss the day;
There’s music in his very soul,
His senses sharp and keen —
He sees, and knows the world seems right,
    But what does it all mean?

He heard her crying in the night,
But it was just a dream,
Or maybe a re-living of
Some long-forgotten scene;
There’s sorrow in his very soul,
A ghost in the machine —
He feels and hears her echoed call,
    But what does it all mean?

Perhaps each moment, wrong and right,
Are meant for and hope and guessing;
Perhaps we cannot know the scope
Of every curse, or blessing —
And maybe we are meant to stay
Upon the edge, the brink —
But dreams and autumn scream the truth,
    It’s just not what
    We think

Frost Lines

The lines of frost.

The lines of frost across the leaves
Now deep within my face

And whence the once-brown hair had grown
The frost now takes its place

From Autumn into Winter comes
A chill that changes things

Beneath the dying leaves and frost
A seed
Of new life
Springs

Aware

Half-frozen mud, cold bracing air
A wind that makes my neck aware
That leaves torn from the tree will die
These poor gray strays who tumble by

And like the ghostly light I seek
The morn recedes behind the line
Only of chance to risk a peek
At drifting lives
Like yours

And mine


 

(“Aware” – 11-19-2014)

when all the colors…

… we have ever dreamed

a saturday, with many staying in
to watch a football game, or be with friends:
he wandered out to see the autumn leaves,
as new in town he was, and restless kept

the stretch of woods he walked was gorgeous dressed;
he listened not to music, just the sound
of wind and cars and people as they went,
and felt the cool of autumn brush his neck

and saw a woman standing by a bridge:
a walking path above a tiny creek,
who stood there leaning with a book in hand,
and in it, for a bookmark, was a leaf

she said “hello” as he was walking by,
and he said “hi. what are you reading, there?”
“a book on inner sanctity,” she laughed,
and he did, too. and then he asked her name

she told it him, as he then told her his;
he said he was still new in town, and worked
at such-and-such a place. and she remarked
upon the colors of the fall that year

so step back with me now, and merely watch:
see unsuspecting love peek out its head –
as two who set out just to be alone,
now walking slowly through the glorious fall

when all the colors they had never known
were seen at once in all that may yet be:
come watch them now, as i do, in my mind,
as he discovers she discovers he

for love’s a story always with a start,
be it one of beginning or surprise,
when all the colors we have ever dreamed
get wrapped up all in one,
and so
do we