
Maples






THE GREAT CIRCLE
The children are piling the leaves again
ready for the next bare-limb leap
life into death and back
LEAFLET HAIKU
Breeze loosens leaf
sunrise goldens to the ground
Austin in Autumn
TECHIE POEM
This morning, our picture window
(the one facing 048 degrees ENE)
is a 72 inch flat screen HD TV
(measured diagonally)
Screen saver is set at falling leaves
(gold tones in random repeat)
Winter must be coming, I will reset
(to fireplace log)
Wanting to bring you along on the journey
THANKSGIVING POEM: HOW TO
Don’t write right away, but soon.
Watch the leaves and the light fully
Connect – allow – relax – delight.
Too quick is a tourist in a selfie,
Taj Mahal untended over left shoulder.
Wait too long and the phone will ring
Write a few hundred poems before – good and bad,
so fear of the water doesn’t keep you on shore
And how about a title throwing two shadows
(as Mary Oliver encourages)
an easy one here with movement and the season
Do not say leaves look toward the sun, an object,
but towards the rising of the sun, an event
one more evocative of motion
Note the angle of the sun,
so low on the horizon that is shines upwards
into the twisting, twirling, falling leaves,
as they lift at times in slightly gusting breeze
If pirouetting is what you see, bring the ballet in
And gratitude, of course, and on what day