Her gentle fall

Holding hands out
Catching leaves like rain,
She knows this season
Of her heart
The settling in
The cool air flecked with dew,
She embraces the change
As it must be
As a part of the seasons
Of her life.
She leans against the bark
Grown through years strong
When she feels so small
Amongst it all,
The sky
The days growing darker
She breathes the air
And knows the calm
Of the death of leaves
Spent at her feet.
She counts them like stars
One two three
And loses track as they fall too fast
And knows that it must be this way
Till none remain.
She stands still as the breeze moves them all
Whirling dance of red orange brown
Crackling their goodbye
As they move farther away.
She learns to love these days
As they too will not last,
The winter will come
And then spring
Bursting forth once more the green
Cycles of her land
That she is a tiny piece
Of the universe
And this is what must be.

Photo: Chen Wei

In dreams

Sunny days spent
Chasing
Running
Climbing
The endless hunt
The life of hounds
Now spent
Dreaming of chippies,
Legs move restless,
Quiet noises from your throat
Growls
And finally relaxed,
I hope you caught the prey
And that in dreams
You are king of the mutts,
Conquerer of all who invade your yard,
And those that drive you to the thoughts
That you CAN climb that tree
And get the little furry vermin.
Goodnight sweet pup,
They will be waiting
At the break of day,
Snacking on cat food beyond the glass
Taunting you once more,
With their evil little laugh,
But you shall reign supreme….
Someday.

Muted dance

Spirits rising behind
Hazy hot summer screens,
Windows smoky
Life obscured
The dance moves on
Just two entranced in their moment
Ghostly forms
Silhouette
Envy fills the eyes
By what the artist saw
In creating the masterpiece.
Did they smile
Looking lovingly in
Each other’s eyes,
Were they close and consumed
Of the motion of passion
Did they notice the artist
In shadows
Taking a piece
Lonely man in quiet corner
Observing the dance
Of love.
Un rehearsed, they move back and forth
Falling into tempo
With the simple staccato beat
Of the sultry music
Alone they weave their spell,
Together
To the watcher they enthrall,
Beauty painted for permanence
Love maybe temporary at best,
Or just partners together for this solo,
Walking away
Their separate paths
Into the cool of evening.