Autumn

What sweater to wear today,

In the din of a Tuesday?

This cool air. This warm sun.

This gentle breeze.

All bliss.

All echoes of sentimentality.

All done.

What will become of the season?

Caterwaul through it and bivouac in it.

The World Can Be Terrifying

The world can be terrifying. I need more courage.

Driving in a car is terrifying. Flying is terrifying.

I am trying. I am trying. I am trying. I am trying.

I need more courage. Who will give it to me?

Planes crash. Cars collide. Bad cells divide.

How could I have gone so long like this,

Unaware, undisciplined, making bad decisions?
The world can be terrifying. I need more courage.

There is the grinding of steel and glitter of light
On the highway tonight, coming to and fro,
Fading and arriving in imperceptible moments.
Is this symphony or chaos waiting to happen?

Dear Soul ...

I know you are there,

Silent, elegant, beautiful, still.

I want to get nearer to you,

And feel you close,

Gather you up

In my arms.

You warm me like no other.

I want to draw you in.

I am compelled, pulled,

To travel dreamily

In your orbit.

Some Days

Boil with struggle.

It is all in the mind.

Other days flow like easy rivers.

It is all in the mind.

What makes the difference?

It is all in the mind.

What Love Is

It owns energy 
While producing it.
It grounds you to 
The good Earth.

You feel it in your marrow.

It has a vision, gives life,

And moves you and all things.

Objects get set in motion.

Events unfold,
Flutter in harmony.

Something shifts, 
Dear universe,

When you look 
Into her eyes.

Love Arrives

On a morning breeze,

When you least expect it,

Turning days, hours, and moments

Into here and now.

Time elapsed synchronizes

With time forward.

The road ahead 

Remains the road home.

You could not dream a better dream —

Arriving on this sun-kissed day,

Blending light and air,

Body and soul,

Giving hope and joy,

To nourish the spirit.

We will, in time, ease

Into this love, this life,

Within us,

Between us,
Around us.

Trees. God. Water.

Three elements,

with Him (or Her) in the middle.

Rise up and sink down,

but stride the middle way.

Seek what you seek.

Find it in friend or foe,

blessed, blessed again.

Not dying, but rising up, up, up,

seeing the infinity in the sky,
in the ripple of wind over water,

and Him (or Her) between,

pulling, pushing, reaching,

filtering light, in the

sun above and pool below.