Poem: Tending to the Flowers

I know it’s late
Or maybe it’s early
Time doesn’t mean much
To me any more
When the hours are leaves
Just falling away

Poem: Such is the Way it Goes

Such is the way it goes
When it all seems to fall away
Into component pieces crashing
Scattering to the whistling wind
As we clamor to pick each up

Poem: A Fall Day Precipitating Leaving

blooms are cyclical
beautiful temporary
in patience returns

Poem: History Road

Standing on the banks of a dirt brown river
Looking back at the road already traveled
And contemplating where the next one
Might lead us as I reach out searching
For her hand to take it in mine she pulls
Away and walks to the sandy banks picking
Rocks up trying to skip them on the water