New Start
it’s late September
the leaves on the sycamore tree
have touched earth
the wind clears the last days of
summer like a sky of clouds
there’s not much left now but
the faint echo of carefree children
making most of their long hours
these changes depress most
but encourage me
rustle of feet on brittle grass,
the early evenings, and
the cold air blowing on my face
September brings in a fresh start
a feeling of rebirth
It's a great time to change your life.
After a long winter
Spring’s sweet light
fills my chest.
I pick up a garden hose
Scatter a stream of water on the
Begonias, calla lilies,
The birds of paradise,
And the hollyhocks
As well as the trunk of the old elm
the ivy bed,
And the poinsettia plant;
After that the steps of the back porch,
And the windows too
Everything in sight was bathed in a pure
Cold light
I gaze at the blue sky and can hear
The evening doves wheel over the trees
I drew the hose up to make a rainbow
I drift the garden house back and forth
The rainbow drifted
Now everything was pleasantly damp and fresh.
Bedroom Window at Dark
stay awake nights
see the moonlight spread across the grass lawn
as the nocturnal sky take shape
feel the fresh air pour in
observe the wind waves steadily off the ocean
and the leaves on the wet barked trees shake
make a fire where black and white twigs of wood
crackle inside
hear the refrigerator gently drone
be awake to see the sunset
watch the colors of the land appear
From nowhere: pale orange, chocolate
Topsoil and pale blue like a tear
have your bed ready for sleep
for a vast library of dreams
awaiting to stir inside you.
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