Stories of Autumn

The days bloom crystal clear
On the low Eastern horizon

A crisp breeze carries
The scent of serenity
Along a darkening shore

There is a natural grace
After the rain
When twilight fades
To leave a celestial glow

The stillness of dawn in the forest
Caressed by the gentle radiance
Of a cool Autumn sun
Worshipping amidst the trees

There are hidden gardens
Enchanted by the cadence of the wind
Whispering sweet musings

Dancing along a peaceful path
To waves of cascading foliage
Blushed by Autumn’s splendor

The onset of Fall’s migratory cries

Elusive like the memory of a dream,
Like invisible currents hiding in plain sight,
Or autumn leaves under white frost,
Is life.
And its inscrutability makes the nearness of you
Feel like a solid wing refusing to ascend
With the onset of Fall’s migratory cries.

Where thoughts become trees

My longing is of a soft dawn
Rubbing its possibilities in my face
And brightening my countenance
With pale yellow light,
Until I reach that place where thoughts
Become trees reaching
For their potential.

Ancestral Prayers

My eyes are open to the songs of wind.
My thoughts echoing the migratory cries of summer
Winding its way home.
The soft chiffon of sky is swaddling the bare black world
As my ears capture the rain of star dust
Nourishing another year’s end
With ancestral prayers.