Fortune Tellers
Apple blossoms
And worms alike
Are fortune tellers
Foretelling fall harvest
And hot cider by the fire
On a cold, wintery night
Pumpkins
Pumpkin…
Ever think what a strange word that is?
Pumpkin on the step
Pumpkin on the table
Pumpkin in a cookie
Pumpkin in a pie
But, not pumpkin
In my eye, please
And, no pumpkin mask
‘cause all that icky, hairy stuff and smell
Eeeyuuu!
Heart’s Nature
And as the balance tipped
Toward the days of shadow
Life falling like leaves
To drift into piles
Or scurry away
According to the whims
Of the wind
Then dreams brightened
Quickened in the bed of silence
Nurtured by the heart’s
Ever hopeful nature
Inner sunshine on a bleak day…
Mum’s
There’s a flowering,
even as winter approaches
multi-petalled blossoms
brilliant colors,
mind explodes in bouquets
of ideas and plans
epiphanies and aha’s
Mum’s the word…
Common blooms extraordinary
as leaves are falling
everywhere
More Awake
More Awake
There in the depths tendrils with unbelievable strength venture forth, exploring, reaching for sustenance and grace in the moment. All attention is here, seeking —ever present to the warmth of the earth, even while crisp air invites the leaves to dance and stomp with the wind. Not asleep — more awake, seeking…
