New/Renew

Can I escape

down a familiar road

where wild cucumber climbs

beside sumac

already touched

with autumn scarlet?

Can I weave

new dreams

from the tattered ends

and faded fragments

of the old?

Hidden

in summer smothered woods

around the corner

there may still be

something new

or rare

or just forgotten

Lady Sun rises

each day

from the same bed

yet each day

is new