Good-bye to Summer
In autumn there is sorrow,
For though tomorrow never comes,
All too soon today fades into the next.
In the early dawn hours,
As I looked to the sky
I saw the moon through the trees
August 7 — Cyber Fantasy
Poem about writing poetry plus a poem
Kickapoo Creek is bare as bone.
Its bed has cracked.
Its springs have sprung …
Heat bubbles to the surface,
full and rounded
like her breast …
Summer in Minnesota. Sometimes you're the windshield, but most often you're lunch for the Bugs.
Did You See the Cloud?
Did you see the cloud, love? One, big cottony sail Lying so still against an azure sea Moving now, gently on summer's sweet sigh
in the middle of the garden,
rooted deep within the soil,
in between robust flowers
sat this one who watched, waited
as the sun drenched them for hours.>
Take me on a Sunday trip.
I don't care - anywhere you want to go.
New Beginnings (1999)
There was no card for me this year
That compared my eyes to the stars above.
There was no card for me
That professed undying love.
Published Wed Sep 17, 2014 |