Write September Poems

Reflected in the tender skies, azure dreams,
Compared to the joys that inspire light,
Rustling quietly in the rushing streams,
Promising laughter that restores the insight.

Rising across the...

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On a morning stilled
an oak shadows the yard
as leaves wait to fall
but summer lingers
another day.

I write a love poem
to someone once met
at a blues bar
one...

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Non labor (relations) day September 1st, 2023 poem

Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din)
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania -
keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay,
this stupid non huge...

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I smell like pencils in September.
After they’ve been brought to that…to the machine hanging on the closet wall where our coats, our boots, our bags,...

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20 years ago,                      ...

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The beans are still green
but the corn stalks have begun to brown 
I watch the first leaves fall lazily from an elm tree to the...

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A migrating flock
        of wild geese write
         a gigantic letter...

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Crescent wisps on rolling stones
swivel bubbling ember to burn.
Sizzling jewels on moss thrones,
redwood embellishes withering fern.

Showers of September rinse
sunset in mellowed strides. 
Lustrous pink rivulets...

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I left the cabin on October 1
on legs of rubber. Squinting at the sun	
until my eyes adjusted, then I saw 
sunflower blooms and squirrels playing...

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In dream lone blackbird sits on telephone line,
pleading, what more do I have to give. 

Wing once beat out a metronome in time..
leaving thoughts lost...

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Autumn Delights

I’d like to write of autumn trees
Of blazing foliage, rustling leaves,
Just can’t feel that coming freeze
When it’s today a 100 degrees.


The football boys are...

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Across the ocean of a good month I've just sailed
Harsh conditions and turbulence have I endured

Upon the shores of a new month I now tread
When...

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Oh, Fall, you’re dangerous for dreamers
There is a lot of time to miss
Your leaves are everlasting screamers
in lake of sorrow and disease.
I saw her yesterday...

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Take my hand dear child 
let me share with you, my heart, 
I've cared for you always 
now we have to part. 

I'm your loving...

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Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from...

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