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love does this (in October)

From every corner you are the wind in my hair and the voice that brings laughter. Our hands touch walls of corn maizes, our palms press against seams of orange pumpkins, fingers edge each drying stem. In October leaves scatter... Continue Reading →

Revisit Warmth

Settle sun, you warm me when I fall behind in gratitude and need to see you to remember. The cold floor comes to claim tears before they stain it with salt. Settle sun, I ask on the days, the voice... Continue Reading →

West Hill Roll

the west hills fog rolls over waking mind sweet into autumn calm perspective held innate gift of northern hemisphere the yearly journey takes breath hiding beneath leaves rain dampens the light sky clears brisk and bright   

Dear October

Dear October, Thank you.  Thank you, Ann, for the book, October Song, by poet Vargus Pike. In my past I have also sought to accomplish a poem a day in October and in April, and have started to read Pike's... Continue Reading →

Opening Act

Hello Fall You found us on our doorstep head to toe with memory and biting your crisp air Having more or less to say than the neighbor or the crow We keep listening for your leaves and go through your... Continue Reading →

Monday Night Show

Paper airplanes take the stage three, four at a time. Fire threatens eardrums roaring from the past, palm trees lost to the sun. The pulse in my arches speaks, guides the visual concepts keeping me awake at night. And as... Continue Reading →

Dear Autumn,

  Like every year, i see your reflection in ponds and windowswe greet each other over the loss of friends and the rhythm of rain drops on a faraway world. When i live closer to the ocean and the airis not so... Continue Reading →

October twenty-third

Today--with the chill in my bones for so many nights, the cats and I conspired that it was time to light the first fire of the season. As practiced as I may have been at gathering firewood in youth, I... Continue Reading →

October twenty-second

Breath All of Falls' breaths are a message Hair tangled in her fingers Leaves rushing at legs Her pressure against my back Caressing each step forward I call out to that wildness That divides summer and winter She whistles back... Continue Reading →

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