Fall Glory

My favorite time of year...

A Poem For Autumn 

Time begins to slow and turn gently

The sun quietly lets go of its colors

Softly falling, painting the earth  

We gather into ourselves, waiting

Forests dazzle in brightly hued formal wear
The ground softens itself for the feet of weary travelers
Favorite books are opened, homespun ancient relics
We gather into ourselves, waiting 

Relaxed we collapse, fall back and dream
Fire wraps arms around its soft-wooded friend
Footsteps and laughter echo all around
We gather into ourselves, waiting 

Hope is stirred in eternity's cauldron
Soaring, a flight pattern of wish fulfilled thinking
Possibility rises above the mountain tops
We gather into ourselves, waiting 

A Love Like This...

I wrote this as gift to my little brother and his wife, on their wedding day.

Your fingerprints are smudged on my heart, indelible

Sweet pain ebbs and flows from the pressure

When your eyes light with laughter

My lungs breathe a smile that goes on and on

With quiet confidence your hands are strong

For someone who folds so easily into myself

Like origami paper, quietly with loud colors

We fired an arrow into space and time

To stop the clocks on this very moment

Freeze frame each heartbeat ‘til the ground

Is littered with snapshots of you, of me, of us

How is it that your feet fit my footprints?

How does your voice sing my unborn thoughts?

How can desperation be peace, be joy, be good?

Is this how it was for all those that came before?

Knowing without speaking, dreaming without sleeping

Did they see eternity rippling out?

Pebble dropped from their two made one souls?

We’ll pass them by, leaving our flowers pressed between the pages

Quickly now, tie your wings to my back

I’ll fly you home and forever.