saturday nights - fall

Saturday night

sits by a warm fire and reads,

gently singing itself to sleep...

outside the door the errant leaves

chase themselves where're they please

as all tonight are free...

whether of the mind or in reality,

preparing for the day of rest -

sink deeply into quietness...



In Silence - Fall

I sit

in silence

and contemplate

-

all other matters

must wait

like gravity

we all return

to earthly matters

and their concerns

but finding moments

such as these

helps me keep

my sanity

Season's Embrace - Fall

Fall is here

crisp and clear

with the smell of wood smoke

from a chimney's pipe.

The river runs still

and the trees are alight.

There's a warmth to the woods

with their dusky color

clothed in their

covenant with one another;

we'll cloister inside

mid the seasons embrace

and not think of leaving

for any other place.