I think I love the autumn best
Of all the seasons of the year;
It reawakens dormant zest
With palette bright and clear
I love the colors, love the feel
Of all that comes within the fall;
And spending it with you, I know
I love the best
Of all
Tag: Mirielle
Moment Lost
I turn to look; you’re looking off away.
I freeze the image in my head, and smile –
Another moment lost within another day,
But not by me, your loving
Photophile
To share is human:
it’s only love*
poets love to speak of flowers,
beauty that soon fades;
of mysteries beyond our powers,
endless masquerades —
today, i speak of only this:
a simple, common feeling —
it’s only love that lights the sky
and that can bring us
healing
[*In honor of my friend Mer, I gave this one the title of a Beatles song. – Owen]
To share is human:
through new eyes
through new eyes
the world is new again,
and we become new
as well
To share is human:
a poem for my wife
a season, out-of-season – so is she
who stands beside me on this journey brief;
though may i sink beneath anxiety,
and run aground of every brand new reef,
she carries spring around as though her right.
i’m sure it is as legal as a deed,
to turn a cold wind mild, day to night,
and all such as may suit her mood and need.
for left alone, i tend towards entropy:
to dissipate whatever pow’r is mine,
indulging in the latest fallacy
of small distinction – far, far less than fine.
but there is hope with her in what she’s shared
to spring me to such dreams as ne’er I dared
To share is human:
Human Kites
Just so long, we’re reeled out, and then no more:
We do not know how long will be the string —
But I can tell you this: with you, I’ve flown,
And wouldn’t trade this life
For anything
To share is human:
The Shallow Truth
I am guy, I’m shallow:
It’s just true.
I hate to see you go
But love
The view
To share is human:
seen in fall
the fall is full of maple leaves,
and eyes who’s sparkle win ya —
but she who owns them’s hard to find,
because she’s so darn
ninja
To share is human:
love’s ever
she knows the way of darkness, she
long felt it in her youth;
and she has known inconstancy
from those who owed her truth
but here, she sees a different way,
and so inside is glowing –
love’s ever friend, besotted by
the joy of simply
growing
