Things turn
clocks back
and leaves
once green
start falling
the breeze
blows chill
and shorts
folded take
their place
where warm
sweaters used
to stay
Category: happines
Wheat
Two feet
and upright
Zen talks
about standing
on ones
own absent
of attention
one straw
in a
never ending
field of
yellow wheat
and the
brush of
the hush
Fears
Fears frequently
are little
more than
friends who
are unmade
so sit
with yours
oh they
have secrets
such that
you have
never heard
Shave
Badger stone
and steel
add cream
and whip
like so
many men
have before
shaky hand
one small
move across
the throat
could end
it all
or cause
the softness
of a
baby’s behind
Spring
Having once been
but became something
else almost unknown
I had pooled
into a valley
and there I
fed into others
losing the very
thing that once
I remember was
clear and crisp
and oh so
