For Weeks I Saw You Dancing

For weeks I saw you dancing with the moon;
Then at the full you began to pull away.
Now I see you lonely in the dark;
have you learned nothing from your wanderings? 

October 28 2010

Contentment Lives

The youngest knows
how to carry scissors
and corrects me
when I say yeah.
Contentment lives
in small things
like her.

October 20 2010

One Perspective On a Fall

The last of summer has a light
that's like no other; autumn's appetite
has eaten half its color. What's left
is like the garden stalks that imitate
their fruitful days, standing tall
but hollow.

The yard still harbors ancient, injured toys;
too young, but they will not outgrow
or even feel the need for older
though they barely fit
on plastic meant for babies.

The season too's outgrown;
the wind politely sweeping out the trees
waits patient our departure.
On this last of days outside,
we mimic summer till,
the chairs upturned, the lighting dimmed,
we realize that it's only us 
and leave the empty lawn for home,
ushered by the dark.

October 17 2010

How Should We Remember the Strong

How should we remember the strong?
There were not many who had her wit,
and that angular grace
she used to deliver her homely truths
was only hers. We will not forget her,
or that fiercest face
whose challenge was to hardship,
and whose welcome gave to life
and love
and laughter
each, in sparkling eyes
that will not die,
a warm and honored place.

October 14 2010

Bound to Me

Bound to me like a data source you
fill my empty fields with meaning
otherwise
all page no content is my fate.

October 9 2010