Gay October

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Wednesday, December 8, 2004

Morning Garden

Bee brushing the last bloom And breeze filtering winnow Come together in a wintry gust. The wind is apart, The body blown to the thornbush, While the sleeping mallows dry And the mulch gives up its must. And all this happened as you mounted me in our garden, Our sheets piled high in the chilly room... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 5, 2004

Gay Child of Autumn

A mound of Autumn's finery, Roughed by the gale Turns in pirouette Pressed against steel clouds. A child plays near to where This mound was spent away Mustering only showery gold Upon the infant's hair. Through the lens of time I see me Child of the Autumn playtime And if I knew than what I know now... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 2, 2004

Like So Many Flecks of Gold

Like so many flecks of gold, The leaves turn in to show A rapt and crimson sign to wind That time bestrides them all, And thus, we fall. A gilded populous filled, Green waning to bronze, Raining in funnel whirls Leaving tan and ashen boughs The fight real yet to come; And thus we fall, Into each... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

November

Take my hand dear love As we leave the Bronze Cathedral, This stately edifice of elms _ Or rather, let it leave us Yielding a war-worn ruin, A memory evidenced by buttresses And shattered stain glass foliage. Vanish we to the world of Philadendra As the leaves turn in to show Elegant maps to our... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 28, 2004

Chapel in a Wheat Field

Chapel in a wheat field Lost in the tall grasses, Wants a coat no tree can give. Although the pews are splintered And the bell finds no hearer _ The deer peer kindly through the windows To see within what they surely know without. And the mice gnaw And the worms bore, But the chapel falls away Each... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

The Hills Sense the Good

The hills sense the good The sun means to yield As it arches low in the fields Closer to the burning bush, Kinder to the quelling gale, The power sits in all. I met him at the rest stop. He peered at me across the dashboard And I signaled him to follow And we entered, And we kissed And we knew the... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 22, 2004

The Crow Goblin

We share a life, a home and all, But a note tells me he's gone, To find his true self again. The grain is whisked by the gale And I lean upon the crow-goblin More scared than the crows. Dark clouds forewarn The return to home is heavy, Without a cheery destiny. But, I go nonetheless, like the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

They Tied the Trees with Ribbons

They tied the trees with ribbons At the merry country dance And decked the hall with bowers Striking fires at the door. And I, in my autumn finery Dance with you upon the dais, And raise toasts to strange harmonies In the safety of our home. But, the wind, homeless Brushes the ribbons and kisses the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Telewires

He snugs me close in the dawning chill, The pillow has long slipped to the floor, And the battle for covers, long fought Has compromised to flesh on flesh, And we no longer hear the summer birds of morning. Singing tele-wires, When the wind's nimble fingers Pluck the harp strings Sending carols... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 15, 2004

Just Fourteen Miles to Batsto

Just fourteen miles to Batsto Where the heart of old beats newness, A re-creation of the old days _ How delightful and exact. Indeed, an advertisement to the past. You and I sit, between us An old album, on leaves of gold Our likenesses shining as we hid our love, In stolen hours beneath some... Sign in to see full entry.

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