Summers end brings
Rain here streets
Slick slither and
Shush as car
Tires roll sounding
Like nannies at
Bedtime heavy grey
Clouds pass like
Soupy sponges overhead
Dripping and scrubbing
The sky all
Is quiet except
For the lone
Barking wet dog
All else is
Green and damp
Except for me
I am dry
And warm like
A piece of
Toast awaiting the
Butter of sunshine
The mind corrupts
The vision that
The heart sees
When in doubt
Listen to the
Melodies that the
Heart sings whether
They be swelling
Ballads or wrenching
Requiems they are
The songs of
Your life and
Will carry your
Soul to heaven
Let a lover
Take your photograph
They capture those
Things others cannot
They have felt
Your heart and
Tasted your soul
The day appears
Like a sunny
Side up egg
Centered yellow surrounded
By clouds of
White staring down
And hungry I
Wonder how fulfilling
This day might
Be sides of
Early toasted trees
And homes steaming
From their chimneys
It’s is breakfast
Dawn here now
In a diner
Called Charlotte NC
I will miss
You the minute
No wait the
Second you’re gone
Is that what
The tree feels
At the end
Of fall or
The dog feels
As the school
Bus pulls away
How dark is
Dark when all
That remains is
But your memory
What do I
Do now with
Moonless nights absent
Of your glow
Close my eyes
I must and
Simply remember you
