Moment/Momento Mori

I want to find you

beyond

the colorless landscape

of my memory

in the tangible

what I can touch

hold

what will take

the warmth of my

hands

as it once

took yours

Cold Front

Harbinger winds

sweep away

the day’s dull

blanket of cloud

leaving nature

exposed

to the chill

advances

of cold winter

night

The In Between (November 2017)

Mild

and misty

evening

tempts me out

to breathe in night

and remember autumn

golden and mellow

gone now,

leaving the world

waiting

for winter

Late

I’d hoped

you would wait

Lady Sun

but your journey

will not be delayed

for my skewed

priorities

When I finally arrive

your velvet cloak

of violet

indigo

and flame

is around your shoulders

night

trailing behind

on your hem

Autumn's gifts

While
some 
still hoard
armfuls
of gold
and ruby
others
open their hands
and strew
a jeweled 
treasure
at our feet

Regret

Dawn

I won’t say

I’ve taken you

for granted

although I suppose

I do expect

your daily return

I’ve missed

your quiet

as I rush off

ahead of your

more leisurely

arrival

Too demure

to demand that

I slow down,

you stretch

warm arms

and contemplate

day

on the horizon

Absent/Present

I return

to Nature

humble

though I know

you will not turn away

or chide

my absence

indeed

have hardly noted

I was gone

You have not 

waited

to don your glowing coat

of burning colors

or shrug

it off

revealing

your slender

flexible

frame