Things Once Green October 10, 2011

Legs hot
Neck cold
Staring in the fire
At the secrets it holds
Released in the heat
White, orange, gold.

Pitch black
Starry sky
Fire light flashes
When I close my eyes
Punctuates the thoughts
Rolling through my mind.

Quiet night
Nature sounds
All the crickets sing
And leaves rustle ’round
Here the small, still voice
I have found.

Sweet cloves
Cinnamon stars
My mouth waters
From the taste in my heart
For the moment content
Right where we are.

October smells
Crisp and comforting
Fresh like apple cider
And sun-baked leaves
The steam of hot coffee
And things once green.

Kissing Clouds October 9, 2011

Warm and cool
Barely there
Like kissing clouds
Sun’s fingers in my hair
Pounding silence
Rushes everywhere.

Days of Summer
In the Fall
Take my breath away
And cushion it all
Joy whispers softly
Yet I hear the call.

A new love grows
Deep in my heart
For this Autumn
Has had a gentle start
Easing the loss
As Summer departs.

True Colors October 9, 2011

As our dependence
On earthly riches
Seeps away
Our brilliant true colors
Burst forth
Like autumn foliage.
More beautiful
Than we ever imagined.