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Wake And Remember

Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business

In March (Finally, Spring 2016)

All For Algernon

Weak In The Knees

The Finisher's Song

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

All Beings Considered

This Is It

Max on the max

I Long For Stars

Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

If I Could Be The Sky...

It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)

Yes, You--There

With Words, I See A World I No Longer Fit In


Two Better Pasttimes. ( A Bit O' Rant)

All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)

How I Think That About Every One...

In Layers

Old Hunters Of The Fall

Silent Endings

All In The Family (Family, What A Concept)

Call This Our Autumn

Small Sentry

All Too Clearly Now


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Call This Our Autumn

Its been a day of sun
and ripened apples red and green
and orange pumpkins still yet uncut
by squealing children, the young,the old
all delighted to have no rain.

Soon enough the showers will fall
but now I scuffle happily through the leaves...
Soon enough the leaves shall be browned mush
while blue skies turn to glowering grey
and winds blow hard and fast and keen.

So here we sit sipping cider milled.
So here we sit with nary a cloud calibrating above.
Here we sit bemused by this fair island of fine weather.
Knowing that luck can still bring good surprise
in a day
sun-shined, whisper-polished and autumn-kissed
a blushing autumnal love.

Packaged is this perfection
tied as a present
up in a azure blue bow.
To have you here to share this with
improves the moment more and
I grab your hand to tell you so.

Call me happy.
Call this our good luck.
Call this our autumn bliss.
Today is one of the better ones I've known...
Let's honor it with our kiss.

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