You...

Again today I thought of
you

In my mind's eye I saw
you

Thumb outstretched
hitching
All the way 'cross this
USA
You were wearing jeans
blue
Lean physique, eyes of
brown

Youth. God. Dreams.
Cascades.
Sierras.
High. Upon. Peaks.

I smiled thinking of
you

I imagined long
conversations

My heart swelled
wishing
That life had worked
differently

But it didn't

I never before imagined
that
We would be here
now

Yet, here we are

I will always love
you

Field in Autumn

Field of dirt and mowed green grass
Wooden fence squares it round
Flowing creek trickles past
Begone times beneath this ground

Chilly airs brush my cheeks
Swaying poplars play a tune
Wind pushes leaves off their anchors
Golden snowflakes falling down

White pines tower bend and bow
Mirroring their cousin poplars
Needles whoosh quickly falling
Bed of brown upon the loam

Trees now skeletons for a season
Blood flows slowly almost halts
Leaves and needles feed the soil
Awaiting life 'til warm winds blow


november, 2013

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Intricate design
Appears in morning
Having been spun
Throughout the night

Catching six-leggers
Tasty meals
Or wrap in silk
For later

Salutations
Announcing
Autumn
Just beyond the horizon