Cauliflower clouds gone

Cauliflower clouds gone

Chimney smoke clouds are here

Stark shadows replaced with

A softer atmosphere

An autumn Overwhelm

Colors sunk to our feet

Baldosa tiles made of

Leaves, petals, corn and wheat

Viewed chronologically

Viewed chronologically

Easy to understand

But when looking back one

Can play a better hand

Accepting the failures

Processing the regrets

We still must press on with

Forgiveness and forgets

Always chasing gray clouds

 Always chasing gray clouds
Trying to bust and such
Wanting happiness for
All those who suffer much

But sometimes the gray cloud

Sends out a lightning bolt

And does not want joy and

Considers it insult

Is the air seeking air

Is the air seeking air

Are trees wanting more trees

Stars seeing other stars

Saying that looks like me

The solitude of thought

Sometimes goes door to door

Welcome in the salesman

Who's wanting nothing more

In a summer farewell

In a summer farewell

Chevron geese already flown

Trees glowing in still sun

Leaves like confetti thrown

Hopper light now Rothko

The blond grass browned and tanned

A day without movement

Time is just an hour hand

Eight line open prairie

Eight line open prairie

Words sparse like distant trees

Their meaning a highway

Extending out like sleeves

The nautilus shell is

An unrolled rope ladder

To ascend not descend

Into the blue matter

We must cross this line or

We must cross this line or

We will forever part

The ideology 

Of both the mind and heart

Are not overlapping

So in this divide

We must conquer and fight

There is no compromise

In the compactness is

In the compactness is

A distant left and right

The below and above

Lowly low, highest height

An old pin oak yawning

It arms are branching up

Sky is not a margin

Like liquid in a cup

The maple tree is gone

The maple tree is gone

The crepe myrtle still there

Curtains drawn on doorways

The hedge could use more care

The keys no longer ours

After all these decades

Can you see the clay pots?

Quick, someone raised the shades

Wolf Kahn passed during the

Wolf Kahn passed during the

Coronavirus news

Somehow mid-October

In casual peruse

The Ides of March struck!

So sad to see him gone

Enthusiasm for

Life and color lives on

Not universal but

Not universal but

These feelings are not just

My feelings, are they yours?

I am thinking, they must

A new theme, no the same

So many instruments

Playing the same notes all

Hanging like ornaments

Just after the after

Just after the after

A new weather report

Forgettable headline

Win or lose, any sport

At the start of never

The disappearing mark

Growing ambivalence

Impenetrable dark

We were never wanted

We were never wanted

In my own mother's eyes

Our original sin

Being born, I surmise

No matter what or when

We came into our own

We were bad seeds she wished

That she had never sown

Seeking time and timeless

Seeking time and timeless

This moment will soon be

Out of style, no motion

Wanting anomaly

 

A moment, not marker

Pages in a cover

Perhaps a mystery

Will vigil discover

To turn around and see

To turn around and see
Futures not meant to be
Boats grounded, lost at sea
Many abandoned schemes

Yet surprises arose
Circumstances we chose
And weighing each suppose
Finding possible dreams