In these old-fashioned lines
Is modern and abstract
The minimalist brush
The landscape of subtract
To see the dark night and
Know stars are hiding there
Or the depths of water
Behind the surface glare
Wednesday, October 7, 2026
Tuesday, October 6, 2026
Trees are surrendering
Trees are surrendering
How easy they give in
In autumn still counting
And holding hopes within
Another season here
Steps becoming shuffle
Accepting the could haves
Behind in the ruffle
Pausing for this moment
Pausing for this moment
Leaves rushing at my feet
I remember jumping
All alone in the street
Sycamore and pin oak
The occasional elm
A child’s heart in my heart
In this great Overwhelm
Monday, October 5, 2026
In need of more repairs
In need of more repairs
The spirit is broken
Wading in the wallows
To willow not oaken
Growth and change are messy
Not purchased goods or thrift
Work in navigation
The choice to not just drift
Saturday, October 3, 2026
The painted light is here
The painted light is here
Under leaves silver white
Shadows strolling in blue
The sun a stringless kite
Horizon curtains soon
Will close across the sky
The dipper stars will wink
As questions multiply
In a virga sorrow
In a virga sorrow
Rain that never washes
The useless umbrella
The dusty galoshes
Feel the weight of weary
The hidden needs of roots
The ground water promise
No landing parachutes
Friday, October 2, 2026
A cul de sac ending
A cul de sac ending
Day after day spiral
Gastropod creations
Geriatric vial
Slowly the water boils
It is too late to jump
Out of the cooking pot
And the deep hammock slump
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