Calling Card

 

The trees wear

their greenest

fullest array

decked out

in extravagant hoop skirts

at the summer gala

Bright blooms dance

and breezes whisper

soft as violins

Autumn waits

shy of entering

a hint of color

a waft of smoke

drifts with August's

warm perfume

A single red leaf

dropped

The calling card

of the season

soon to come

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Peripheral

 

Have I already

broken the promise

I made?

When the green

caught my eye

I wept

for the day gone

Lady Sun

has cloaked herself

in layers of cloud

that nevertheless

reflect her glow

Is it too late

to stand barefoot

on the grass

and breathe?

If I make the time

there will be time

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Passed/Past

The quiet moments
the ordinary
the this-time-everyday
routine
the comfort
of the familiar
faces
places
hash marks
on the clock
numbers
on the calendar
only valued
when
passed

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Lost

 

Summer

so exuberant

so abandoned

you could

lose yourself

in its spontaneous mazes

of flower

vine

and leaf

emerging

perhaps

in a grove

ablaze with

autumn leaves

or a field

of sparkling

winter white

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Milestone

As one stride

then another

becomes a marathon

One pebble

and another

a shoreline

One kindness

and another

change

Each word

each moment

each day

becomes the life

I want

to be living

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Early together

 

Our quiet time

is near its end

Lady Sun

as summer wanes

and days shorten

I'll miss your

calm companionship

your daily display

of magnificent

magnanimous color

I'll go out

in the dark

hoping to catch

a glimpse

Don't let me forget

you are waiting

Filling the cup

First
sunrise
Then
the canopy 
of summer leaves
like a river of green
flowing through the city
Then 
food savored
and words 
sincerely meant
Then
the fatigue
that comes with effort
not anxiety

from moving

not standing still

Finally

blue sky

and flowers

The drone of cicadas

a drowsy sound

a peaceful

litany