Burdens

Sullen clouds
brood
over evening
heavy
with rain
and ill omens;
my troubled mind
burdens
my heart
with worry
and darkness

Suspense (11/16)

Seasons

suspended

in fog

between

autumn

winter

spring

dawn and

day

night and

now

wish

worry and

when;

the illusion is

you

are standing still

for

the solid earth

beneath your feet

is 

moving

spinning

closer

to dark

to winter

to change

Fantastic landscape

Dawn

snow

transforms

familiar paths

into

an ancient

forest

illuminated in

mysterious

primeval

blue 

Cold Rain

Car wheels
rushing
in rain;
stormy waves
breaking
at double
speed

Anthropomorphism

Lady Sun

nestles beneath

a cloud comforter

of lavender

and flame,

hugging close

a few moments

more

of warmth

before emerging

to Winter’s

icy

brittle day

Accumulation

A single

flake

withers

in my cupped palm;

a storm’s worth

blots out

the sky

November returns

Evening
comes early
clothed in veils
of faded blue daylight
and soft gray
twilight

November?

Another season’s

journey

to day’s end

where squirrels

tussle hidden

in dry leaves

making winter preparations

into play;

my heart

which should be

arming itself

against

the cold’s approach

has let down its guard

perhaps 

too easily

to the false promise

of this mild evening

out of time

Super Moon

Looming large 

above

the ordinary shape

of the horizon

not new

but nearer

rare

so more real

or is it only relative?

Shadows

Autumn’s 
shadows
stretch
longer
and leaner;
bare branches
and stripped down
heartstrings
plucked 
by chill winds
and the grief
of what is lost
and what
lingers

Disturb the universe

51 years

even

before I could

read

I have been one

who follows directions

remains in line

hesitates

to choose my own way

when the sign says

stay on the path.

Can I

will I

dare

to step away

from the trail

move opposite

the arrow’s point

break the 

brittle white

of pristine snow

leaving footprints

as evidence of my

rebellion?

Acknowledgement