In the autumn
vibrant decorate
form the radiant
beauty view
wind dance in
a softly sway

In the sunlight
aglow carry through
the divine scene
brilliance display
of the falling green
trees and flowers
are losing their color

Life continues to move on
resonate the thought
of resilience remind
learning lessons instilled
in the mind

Come find the mirth, as the earth has gone
With vivid colors and so much fun
Bristle leaves; crimson, gold and brown
Flutter cheerfully up and down
All around the happy town.

With morning's breeze, the day begins
With Mrs. Stewart and Mrs. Flynn
They do the raking all around
Bringing smiles to a less messy ground
Come find the mirth.

When talking
To yourself
Remember
You are not
Just the change
Found in a
Vending machine.

Beware of what your
Thoughts may say.
They have a tendency
To make you feel like
The last cookie
In a jar that
Turned stale.

This world is
Best received
In small portions;
Having too much
May lead to
Indigestion.

A stench that has fermented,
Rotten ideology to the core.
Attitudes of broken people,
Population wanting more.

A swamp of desperation,
Sodden land with all their tears.
A hopeless situation,
Immorality driving fears.

A swarm of information,
Trodden minds eventually die.
Media lies and organised chaos,
A dystopia in disguise.

A blip on a vast landcape,
Components of a mass scheme.
Part of a scary nightmare,
Or of a wonderful grateful dream.

Otherwise titled deep into my fiftieth year of passive aggressive rebellious puberty.

Frog he hops,
Then he stops.
Tadpole sees.

In my mind, it was bliss
day in and day out
until the day it ended.

In the rearview mirror,
I saw signs:
far-off gazes to nowhere
as we ate dinner
and stalled conversations
about your day.

All the bliss aside,
our love was just
too good to be true.

...were a beatific elaborate costume,
I would raise my arms, don it like a gown.
Its design by Mother Nature's purity
sundry autumn leaves plucked from the ground.

With the arrival of Autumn's graceful face,
there's a kind of peace I find divine.
To touch within, a sweet well-spring of grace
blessed once again, by nature sublime.

AUTUMN ARRIVAL

I do suppose it’s really here, at last
A soft transition from summer days
As Autumn now creeps in uninvited
Yet many remain who are delighted
A season with depth that can amaze
With its red and golden colour cast

A nip in the air, respect still earned
Nature’s second period of transition
Each neighbouring season has faced
Summer is over, but gently replaced
Yet all is still in a beautiful condition
More than an artist may have learned

Writing Is sometimes a difficult task
A way of truly revealing the past
Words define all our actions
Depicting our daily passions
Every once in a while a spark is there
That assists us while writing with care
There are times when we hit a block
We sometimes are in a state of shock
Whatever the things that cause us to chill
We strive to really enhance our skill
So each day we grab our pen
And slowly retreat to our writing den