a staring cat sits

many years I have known her

I wait on her tail

papers,magazines
their bodies leaning away
the waiting room blues

 against a blue sky

bright red berries on branches

 master painter

the meaning of light

love, where there once was darkness

rejoice,oh,rejoice

Thanksgiving Day gray

it reminds me that others

have want,need,hunger

woodbine scarlet leaves

 mingle with grapevine on wall

my mind entangled

fallen at my feet

different hues of autumn

stepping in yearning

Who needs church windows?
Bare branches and colored leaves
My own cathedral

I cut words and paste
place them in a book, and still
the pieces all fit

a dragon of leaves

evening sunlight piercing through

 autumn soon to die

 many wind horses

you ride up and you ride down

the blessings of prayer

fallen like oak leaves

little chairs in the garden

too soon you grew up  

Have you ever felt like an out building

standing in a cornfield

surrounded by change

knowing your time has come and gone

your usefulness like old barn boards

broken and weathered

standing until you can't anymore

and thinking no one will notice

...the day you get felled?

vagrant street walkers

 sick in body, mind and soul

yet, community

soaring above clouds

geese form a v

honking into blue

daughter and her son

I walk through leaves to their gate

Autumn has begun

autumn leaf on ground

raindrops were caught in its curl

mouse drinks from old bowl

man perched on rooftop

a bird flies by, hits window

one a choice, one not



If I had not life
I could not die
which is the gift?
one the paper
the other a bow
opened only by God

white petals of joy

light moving across flower

while others sleep in