Autumn Sky
A color scheme enveloped my rise
glancing through slats
to a world I sometime do not understand.
Yet for the common good of love,
my eyes began to weep,
to know the world beyond my reach.
I have known through trial and error,
the notion of passion,
desire is in my world a wonderful air.
In the morning when I wake
she is in heart,
my soul will ache always without decline.
We walk a slow deliberate mile to learn
the scope of life, the while
of wonder in the hearts of all mankind.
Yet I can feel a blessing in disguise
to know her love,
a sweet shadow I’ll always carry in my eyes.
Soft is a Sweet Serenade
When I was a child I remember,
there was a memory of kindness,
a sort of rite of passage,
whereby she left me with a smile.
I remember wishful then,
the forever summer nights,
she laughed outloud
and we danced as forever might.
There is a quiet reality in love,
the dawning of an understanding,
that eternally above
all other conclusions must remain.
I remember the soft dawn of summer,
a child in a constant stir,
finding my reality,
I spoke of her until the autumn.
I would today respond to a soft
reckoning of a spiritual gain,
when life becomes the real,
sort of intellectual game.
I recall tender the night sky,
when in the cold autumn breeze,
our gasps created pictures,
we lived inside our dreams.
Cricket Song
I listened,
a pitch black backdrop,
eased onto my couch, with window slats
open to the night air.
I listened as summer whispered,
we are giving you a good morning,
the changing season,
warm air shifts toward a gradual cooling,
we come to sing,
to welcome the next phase.
I realize suddenly in my world all good things must …
lovely mornings, lush gardens in the wood, long afternoons,
all the memories of love,
I will recall her eyes, her smile, her love,
they are always the constant in my
self assuring mind.
Her beauty does exist, sings melody in my heart,
much like the crickets song,
suggesting we are always nearby,
to give a soft and sweet routine
toward Nature’s wondrous plan.
I wonder about our plan,
and then I step back,
take your time I said to myself,
the autumn is more upon me than I would ever imagine,
listen to the breeze inside the song.
Desire’s Autumn in Haiku
we did dance to
rhythm inside midnight’s moon
night casts shadows blue
~
in spring would I swoon
beauty in my eyes to behold
call outs crystal loon
~
when summer heat told
our shelter is delightful news
live together bold
~
society views
a modern romance will bloom
love is autumn’s news
~
seasonal memory
measures in harmony
Summer’s Wane – A Sonnet
This freedom that encompasses our day
Has natural tones, leaps of faith today
While we cherish the sunlit afternoons,
Our lives drift upon summer’s constant swoon.
We do wish delightful days to remain
Yet familiar are we to season’s chain
Events calling out to ready ourselves
Pretty soon children will imagine elves.
Hold up, wintertime? Quite enough of that
Silly chatter, embrace soft beach-combed hat.
Allow her sweet legs their delightful breeze,
Our eyes wish only she maintain her tease …
Radiate the skies with reflective peace;
Let the autumn sunlight wait out its lease.
I Grew Up
I grew up
liking you, appreciating you, being fascinated
about everything you represented in my life
I recall the first time I found you
Thirteen, maybe twelve years into deciding
and fascination began in a little journal of parchment
with leaves and skin, at first a lot of leaves
like a blanket of autumn erotica
enveloping your beauty
It was then I noticed your eyes
sparkling, wanton, delicious
asking me anything
I complied by loving you
turning the pages to find more of you moving
sliding inside the leaves letting your legs leave
the shade of their soft though teasing composition
There, I watched your fingertips tease and brush open your nipple
a breast and my gasp is audible as now your eyes sparkle
inside the enticing nature of your elegance.
I really did fall in love with you that day
Every one of you that walks inside my dreams
I am one amongst all of you
in Grace, welcoming every aspect of beauty
beyond a need to define, simply a desire to incline
You are so very real and blessed
Inside my longings and frantic needs
I grew up
