Fall is pulled in two
directions- back toward Summer,
forward to Winter.
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With all that tension
ripping the season apart,
is it surprising leaves fall?
Fall is pulled in two
directions- back toward Summer,
forward to Winter.
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With all that tension
ripping the season apart,
is it surprising leaves fall?
Riotous colors
Splatter the mountain landscape;
Jackson Pollack run amok
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And he can keep on
running as long as he leaves
so much beauty in his wake.
It seems the sun snuck
into our hearts this chilly
day and took our words away.
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A trip to NoVa
to see a new student play
left me speechless and starstruck.
They really can go
astray especially when
the mind’s out to lunch.
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And when lunch is skipped,
owing to Autumn yard work,
many things gang aft agley.
Absent those sponges
absorbing all that water,
how deep would the oceans be?
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What are the sponges
in your life that prevent you
from feeling deeply?
Daylight grows shorter,
tree limbs more bare as the scent
of Fall fills the air.
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Crisp air brushes tart
over tongue with every breath;
any step a chorus crunch.
Twenty nine hundred
brief poetic dialogues…
think we can write five thousand?
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As you know, we both
being terse, and long-winded,
Such a feat is well in reach.
To avoid going
down rabbit holes of despair,
find positive things to share.
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What we choose to share;
does it say more about us
or about who we share with?
When it’s finally safe
to mix again with the world,
please reconsider…
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Keeping our distance
will bring us closer to health
AND let us be with others.
In times of endless
talk, fewer words are valued
and silence is often sought.
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Right!
Some people collect
precious things and preserve them,
others gather memories.
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Some people collect
hurts, complaints, and all kinds of
grievances. To each his own.
It doesn’t take much
to make Knox happy – walks, sticks,
bones, pats, praise, peanut butter.
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Knox and I agree;
walks and peanut butter rock!
He can keep the sticks and bones.
Time passes us by
in subjective intervals
dependent on our focus.
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Mood affects focus.
Focus affects mood and both
affect how we measure time.
Coming and going,
I travel through an arch of
golden autumn leaves.
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Soon a skeleton
arch of barren twigs will stand
framing crystal, starlit skies.
Autumn’s first chilly
osculatory caress
ignites a colorful blaze.
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Also the many
sneezes ignited by that
kiss can be heard near and far.
far
Murphy, our cat, spends
time each day exchanging stares
with nearby squirrels.
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An attentive ear
may discern their dialogue,
and, thus, circumvent discord.
Imagine my shock
when I logged on Instagram
to find Momma was a meme!
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Meme Momma, that’s me.
So I guess that makes you one
real son of a meme.
When we’re at our best,
we’re both able to accept
power and to release it.
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So, you’re saying that
when we’re at our very best
we are great capacitors?
There’s a word for that!
But at this very moment
it completely eludes me.
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I think the word you
are looking for is “void” which
is where those words go to hide.
Just a reminder
we could all be kinder and
thus transform our world.
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Kindness transforms more
than just the world we live in,
it transforms our very soul.
Sunlight and shadows
dance about, the eyes, the mind,
conjuring mythic phantoms.
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And with such dancing
paintings, stories, and poems
come into being.
Summer and Autumn
conspired today to give
us the best of both seasons.
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When Winter and Fall
get together to hatch plans,
almost no one rejoices…
Gift simple wisdom
punctuated by a few
pointless, banal platitudes.
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It encourages
sifting through the soil for
particles of gold.
If the answer is
blowing in the wind, my son,
I wish it would blow my way.
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Sadly, my mother,
like that Oklahoma home,
all answers done blowed away.
Let us pass a time
in quiet contemplation
of artistic synchrony
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Though unplanned, we both
entered a non-doing time
in artistic synchrony.
We humans are slow
learners. I hope we catch on
before we run out of time.
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Life’s a marathon.
There is just no benefit
in being fast off the mark.
A blush among green
and nipping morning breezes
indicate that summer’s done.
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Some trees are blushing
from embarrassment over
Autumn’s sudden kiss.
Small accomplishments
can be satisfying in
a really big way.
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And when those small things
come together in one place,
they often make something great.
As the days shorten
and longer nights become cool,
growing chore lists are the rule.
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Cooler weather joined
with approaching holidays
make our chore lists climb.
Invaded by youth,
my quiet space is infused
with resounding energy.
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Being suffused by
the patience of Job, surely
you’ll survive that south land wind.