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

October 10, 2016: Eyes open again

Evening’s

fragile palette

of tender pink

fading

to lavender

and smudged gray

gently

draws me out

of my blind

preoccupations

and into

contemplation

of the potential miracle

of night’s 

renewal

October 1, 2016

Almost hidden

high in the clouds

the sun traces

a rainbow

broken

by blue sky