Introspection Summer Poems

Under childish thumb
   picking dandelion teeth
stained in ochre crumb....

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Oh, for Summer days of youth
                   ...

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I saw a man leave today
  he had April in his eyes
a hipflask in his pocket
  as he said his last goodbyes

and all...

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Reflections of gentle leaves, dew drenched
Feelings flowing through the oaks, trees strong
Like the lasting tears of a quiet night, stars glistening
Same as yesterday’s rain –...

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My vacuum is a robot
My tumble dryer, true
They're programmed to assist
My world
And keep it ordered too

I feed my dishy-washer
My clothes go in a box
It's where...

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When the wind shifts to the south,
When the leaves wither and die,
I begin upon my path again.
Once again.

When the air begins to bite,
When the skies...

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SUMMER HEAT FLASHBACKS…

Dry heat cracked the ground;
Wet whips cracked ancestors’ backs—
Juxtaposed flashbacks:-...

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Novalunosis: the state of wonderment while gazing at stars

 

On a summer moonless night
when peace has settled and is still
the stars across the vaulted sky
no...

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Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things...

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Run away summer winds walk away as you follow the sun
As the brisk autumn winds turns soon walking toward a run
New day horizon comes along...

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If you think July is bad,
Perhaps you have forgot.
There’s no relief in August.
It’s really just as hot.

Even if you like the heat,
There’s just no celebration.
Unless...

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I shutter the windows
and secure the doors
and seal myself
in inner rooms
far from 
the booms
the flashes
the shivering static
that shoots 
through the air
on these summer afternoons
when no...

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The shores 
in my world 
are cluttered
with driftwood
scattered in piles
along the dunes
and their twisted
sea-shaped and
sand-worn elegance
always calls to me
in their stranded
moments of grace....

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The old sweaters
that I wear
on cold summer evenings
once belonged
to someone
who left long ago
because those
long light-filled nights
were filled with both
sad and happy reflections
that no sweater could
comfort...

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HIGH SUMMER

End of July
The ridges, moraines,
mountains and valleys,
the meadows and farms of 
Upstate New York are a living
mosaic of yellows and tans, vermilions
and browns framed...

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