The summer yawning at

The summer yawning at

The end of September

The sunlight slanted, soon

The leaves will surrender

The night joins us, how much

Earlier it arrives

Winter constellations

Now overseeing our lives

After the tsunami

After the tsunami

And its black waves of doom

Spring comes to the island

And the cherry tree blooms

So often we forget

Nature is a terror

Yet flower rafts of joy

Float away the error

Poetic afternoon

Poetic afternoon

The sky is dome covered

The bees are wide awake

The hummingbird hovers

The Monarch and the hawk

In spiral ellipses

The moon slowly setting

As the sun eclipses

There comes a time for me

There comes a time for me

To climb down from that tree

Where “I” becomes a “we”

Arms outstretched and reaching

We achieve great success

With some style, with finesse

Move forward, not digress

To surpass our teachings

From beginning to end

From beginning to end

Life has too few answers

Void of an architect

No steps for its dancers

Less than picture perfect

I feel tested and tried

Wanting to get ahead

Just moving side to side

I retreat, while the sun

I retreat, while the sun

Exposes, but the shade

Covers me, I wonder

Why the years have to fade

Memories becoming

Gray, and time is aging

Me and loved ones, soon the

Story will stop paging

At the end of the road

At the end of the road

How strange it is to stop

When I can see further

Across valleys and tops

Yet the road has ended

I stand here looking back

Asking how I got so

Far off the beaten track

No ribbon, no glory

No ribbon, no glory
Where are the outstretched arms
I've traveled the distance
Without sounding alarms

Here is my grand entrance
Only to discover
It's time to exit with
No time to recover

Forty-eight syllables

Forty-eight syllables

Can I capture the World

Can I fit it inside

Like a nautilus curled

My rhythm and my style

There is no more, no less

Forty-eight syllables

Is all that I caress

One moment forgotten

One moment forgotten

Another moment here

The blurring, time passing

The future always near

My tomorrow calling

Today is unfinished

Sun directly above

Soon will be diminished

Beneath a cloudy sky

Beneath a cloudy sky

A long line of trees stand

With rolling tops written

With a strong cursive hand

As the land slopes upward

The birds are swooping down

Wild flowers are blooming

And dot the shady ground

Simple things seem complex

Simple things seem complex

A needle that won’t thread

Wanting but with warning

Anxiety with dread

So high, there is no air

Always under pressure

With no time for myself
To search for good measure

Continuous upstream

Continuous upstream

Sweating the resistance

Restless, unforgiving

Too great of a distance

The soil reappearing

As quickly as I dig

No escape or winning

The challenge way too big

My grain of sand won't pearl

My grain of sand won’t pearl

My tongueless bell won’t ring

Words can't express without
A voice to make them sing

The World keeps on changing

Yet lessons unabsorbed

The stars indifferent

The sun and moon just orbs

This is not how I feel

This is not how I feel

This is not what I think

I am not on the verge

I am not near the brink

I have perished the thought

This idea I won’t keep

When it’s not how I feel

And my mind, it won’t leap

Stars are never aligned

Stars are never aligned

They are indifferent

And dead in outerspace

They cannot make judgment

Useless with each passing

Of the lone moon and sun

Silent in our sorrow

Ignorant when we’ve won

So I had this moment

So I had this moment

Something reminiscent

Feelings of ago, no

Particular instance

Life accumulated

Like no time had gone by

Clouds ever changing, yet

The sky is still the sky

How I want this for you

How I want this for you

I wish it were a gift

I could make or purchase

But it’s merely a wish

The pockets of the World

Are empty and plural

To me you’re a victor

I crown you with laurel

The sun setting early

The sun setting early

The days are not as long

Cicadas are singing

The last notes of their song

Soon the start of autumn

Colors in full glory

Summer’s chapter written

The end of its story

Why is there such violence

Why is there such violence

I’m staring into space

I wonder if I am

Part of the human race

The stars are far apart

Wars too close together

Somewhere there must be birds

Of a peaceful feather

Somehow we will find time

Somehow we will find time

No longer in a crowd

A sunny day for two

No noise or din, no loud

No distance between us

As we sit side by side

In a vast open space

Where Earth is wide as wide

Impressionistic day

Impressionistic day
The leaves painted with light
Beneath a serene sky
With cirrus clouds of white

Yet, it's modernistic
In colors of Van Gogh
With the wide open space
Of a peaceful Rothko

To stand in full color

To stand in full color
The light glowing within
The landscape, the white clouds
The very edges, the fringe

With joyousness, with pride
In peacefulness and grace
In the moment, basking
Just standing in one place

Today is a sparrow

Today is a sparrow
A grain of sand, clover
Nothing unusual
No rainbow or over

Rock, not precious metal
A drop in the ocean
A small fraction, with no
Significant quotient

Coming to the surface

Coming to the surface

Youth is disappearing

Days without any change

Yet years keep appearing

We’re caught in a funnel

That leads us to a void

Spinning in a spiral

That no one can avoid