stepping between light stream
shadows on flutter leaves
kicking loose stones on the trail
crow calls from high lands
autumn whispers hello
shedding what is over
part of living
part of ending
part of starting anew~
Tag Archives: time
Is It Better
If you wait too long to die
the risk is real
People you know thin out
The risk is that
fewer
Fewer those who can plan
Fewer those who notice you went
Fewer those who show up
Fewer those to remember you
To tell your story.
My father told me
(I did not call him father, of course)
how sad the man across
the back lane had been
when his wife died.
They were always two people
together in their little silver Acadian
Then one.
Sad.
Not one person but he
attended her service
The man said
(His name was John)
My father said
John cried that day
It was warm in the late afternoon
and they drank whiskey
in the garage
until dark🪶
Nine Oh Three
Here, a room
a floor bed near a window
On, a radio
a cacophony of voices down low
A glass of red
A notebook and pen
A resting nest
An introspection
A pack of we’ll see
A lamp to illumine
A night vision
A solo tour
A hovering
A view of two tall winter trees
A crosshatch sky
An obscured moon
On the wall, a clock
An hour and minute
An absence and presence
A ritual
A candle flame
A flickering reflection
A faraway
A song sung
The CBC
Nine oh three
Nine oh three
Nine oh three
Telephone
Telephone
Out there in the woods
I see it through raindrops suspended
Armchair empty, waiting
Between wet fallen maple leaves
And sunlight
There beneath a canopy of cedar limb lace
I hear it ringing not without urgency
I pause and then I sprint
Who’s calling from where
And for whom
But I am slow motion
My breath a heavy sound
The ringer out of patience
NATURE
You can tell
looking through the hole of life
You can predict
what may happen
You can change
but only for good reason
You can slip
so easily these days
You can cry
though no one may hear you
You can wish
though no one may care
You can change
but your steps leave footprints
You can slip
so easily these days