Deep
coppered
leaves gather like
lost “brocades"
along
the roadside.
Just days before
All Saints
& last
crickets still
sing a
slow dirge
to the
cold.

10/28/2022

My old

rain

coat is soaked

[again]

half-way home/

The white

peony turn

sad & list

now in the

grey dusk

cold

like forgotten

Brides.

5/23/2022

A snow pale

moon seems

hidden

behind low clouds/

Even the

last Crickets

lie too cold (now)

to sing.

11/16/2021

A golden
courage of
dandilions hide
quiet faces by
light falling/
A cold remnant
sunlight
carries snow
w/in a
silvered-blue
vault of Heaven
& long now into
April.
An old
promise
of roses may
yet contain
newer blooms/
eternal
as a forgotten
poem.

4/22-23/2021

A  cold
remnant
wind of
the North
sends scattered
snow like
lost blossoms/
Old Winter
may still haunt
an early April
evening
behind a
silver grey
wandering
of clouds.

4/2/2021

The forgotten
rose may
still travail-
last pale petals
turn cold
& shudder too
long now
into December.
The stilling
Autumn leaves
turn a fragile
brown beside
the darkening road.
Too quick
a wandering
cat avoids
my shadow
like a ghost.

After the
morning star
arose in our
hearts
the early dawn
was like
a new Heaven's
beginning.

12/14/2020

The last
Autumn
Sunflower
may still seek
an August light-
Cold petals
soon soften &
weep
w/in the November
stillness/
Out of a
dark cathedral
of clouds
the silvered
rain makes
new promises
of snow.

11/12/2020

The rain
soaked roses
all fade into a
last promise
of Summer/
High searching
Crows resound
into grey
& majestic columns
of cloud
unfold
just beyond
last light.
By darkfalling
the rain was
surely as sad
as Longfellow's
snowdrops,
cold tears
sent [again]
of Heaven.

9/21/2020

Wandering mists
greet me like
chilled ghosts
on my way home
before midnight/
Beside an empty
garden gate
the fragile petals
are newly scattered
w/in a tender rain.
The forgotten firefly
may still signal
alone.

9/5/2020

W/in
a journey
of reconciliation/
What
peace
is [still]
needed
before
last
departures?

7/5/2020