Tuesday, October 31, 2017

10/31

Read on an old blog of mine. 
after all these years,
a new note, bringing tears.

Someone wrote of a find, 
asking one once in our sphere,
of an old saddle with your initials signed.
Reading of you, will now ride it, cherished dear.

We last only as long, thus I remind,
as our memories are held clear,
time moves on past lives that once shined.  
A new note, sadness, a smile, tears
after all these years.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

10/19

Almost imperceivable, night lightens into day 
and the first sounds are of birds stirring,

And now again is that time, simple delight
of geese wings overhead whirring, 

And I listen to the many voices, duets 
calling to each other, then to flocks. 

In the barely brightening daybreak mists, 
now again is that time, wakening to cracking shocks

And, from across the marshes, comes 
echoing to my ears that sharp, low thunder. 

And now listen to the forlorn call of one 
flying in unison with another no longer. 

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

10/10

Sun has set,
and dusk is falling

Listening, a pair of eagles
aloft, chirr-chirr-chirring
high in stilling air

Leaves hanging, twisting
in skies darkening, simple
silhouettes graying, fading
Intervening blues

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

10/4

Woke this day to sun-kissed mists,
sweet smell of hay drying well.
Memory evoked, near and gone
light and sharp as glass.

Grateful for all that has passed,
all the hay in lofts, al the anniversaries
thirty years long.

These the part only the heart keeps.