Poetry Is…

"Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." - Carl Sandburg ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  featured photo: I didn't have a picture of any hyacinths. ย  ย  ย 

The Reaper

I am the soul of November, Wandering down through the days, Reclaiming the ground for the Winter, to be born again in the Spring, In nights that grow ever colder, In skies filled with clouds full of rain, I am the soul of November, Changing the landscape again. Dreaming curled up near the fire, Sleeping... Continue Reading →

Autumn’s Crossing

The weather has begun its turn, As once green leaves begin to burn, Into an Autumn fantasy of flames, Whispering long-forgotten names,   Walking in the rain, on bare feet, Dancing to a tin roof beat, Moonlight on a private stage, Romance laced dreams and so much rage.   Rose petal wines, subtle stares, Knights... Continue Reading →

Heart Over Mind

If you listen to your heart, you'll be fine, it will never steer you wrong. The problems are always all in your mind, for it has to go wandering along. It pokes, and it prods, and it takes things apart, it often thinks just what it shouldn't, your mind can make you doubt what you... Continue Reading →

The Art of Distraction

Darling dears, oh how they trouble me with all this nonsense and effrontery to every single sensibility to act as though we're wedded to a cause without the mind to question what it was that brought us to this mess where we've arrived and how it was that ever though we thrived for times were... Continue Reading →

This time of year… Better Than Ezra

https://youtu.be/LTwzKRjJkA0 I've been incredibly busy lately. Hoping to get to writing in the next couple of days. Better Than Ezra's "Deluxe" is one of my all-time favorite albums. This is a great song about this time of year. TS   Featured Image: Roots and Autumn Leaves, Teri Skultety

With All Fine Corpses

With All Fine Corpses Autumn has come, With all fine corpses masquerading in the folds, Of her steady winds as they ride cool, Through the night. At her building breath, The trees shedding their fading endowment, Of a Season past. She is present now, In all her fired splendor, In all her rain-soaked ash, Her... Continue Reading →

To Autumn by John Keats

To Autumn by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, ย ย ย Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ย ย ย With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, ย ย ย And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; ย ย ย ย ย ย To swell the gourd, and... Continue Reading →

Autumnal Equinox

The City, the weather turning now. The Harvest Moons rising high against the edge of the water. Boats rocking against the piers. Tankers and cargo ships anchored in the bay, the waves pushing against the locks. Giant glowing balloons beckoning the bounty of Autumn shorn from the surface of the plentiful terrain, loaded into the... Continue Reading →

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