8/21 monday

The moon, already on its journey across the sun, 
Shrouded that brilliant orb in transmutation,
Daylight to dusk.


And slipping into the warm waters under 
Those pin oaks, with sharp awareness of this 
Attenuated, lucent light,


Realized this strange, changes air has the same depth 
As on that last day when I walked out of time, 
Away from you,

Into another forever. 

8/17

Missed chances to say,
As worry kept me
Small and still,

Even as soul cried out
Speak, say, love you.
Missed chances rued.

8/16

Watching evening clouds 
Puff into glorious billows.
Traditions long upheld.
I watch the rainbow hues

Puff into glorious billows.
This little dog seated by me,
I watch the rainbow hues.
You would love

This little dog seated by me.
Alba, not here yet a week,
You would love
This quiet heart, mellow spirit

Alba, not here yet a week, 
Traditions long upheld, 
This quiet heart, mellow spirit.
Watching evening clouds.