Archive | November, 2016

A Plea to my SisterĀ 

17 Nov

Don’t fall, leaf! Hang on

To that stringy sinew

Anchors you to life
Don’t fall, leaf! Hold strong

Through the torrent till

Light of cool spring returns
Don’t fall, leaf! We need

The knowing: 

November can’t kill you yet.

The Stained Path Home

16 Nov

The leaf-stains left by rain on Fallen limb-partsLaying limp on cold concrete

Mar my walk Home.

I ponder the shapes–

Maple, Garden-variety.
Tomorrow’s sun ascends

A humble soul performs

His role:

Sweeps and mops while he walks.

Leaves cleared, cement unstained–till the leaves fall

again.

Frost

15 Nov

Pale icing on a green cake

Boasting brown misshapen sprinkles

This world is rock with earth caked on.

Chin-Pull

15 Nov

Pudding plods, bleached

Thinned out by some cosmic fork

Whisked around the world and left in layers above the mountain crags

Today, still. But not ever so

Some days, the dairy expires gray, dull

And the clouds lose their magnetic chin-pull.