October Blue

Dawn beautiful October blue

now bare to hostile blazon winds

gone now the cordial morning dew

paint pallets, harvest time begins.

Tally the hours of Indian Summer

where butternut suns still give warm

to wash beaten skies where there is no slumber

and leaden days of Autumn mourn.

In russet brilliance birds do squawk

as Summer fields call them to reason

for the turning of the tall corn stal...

This Bitter Earth. . . . . . .( I am Earth )

I am the rise of creation

I borrow the solar, and

foreshadow the moon.

i am a blade of grass cut

by the wind.

The marsh of darkness

A tunnel of frozen tears

I breathe the potpourri of seasoned bark.

I am........Lily of the valley

I am sculpture, upon mountains

And crust, of the ocean's floor.

I seed in the dess...

The Night He Died

Ran shackled buildings, mirrored my time worn spirit

Hours  passed, and birds had flown, and

Soon- Dusk...  beget nightfall.

Crows hid, Inside the pitch of black

and cats, roamed cryptic alleys.

As I yielded to life's abandonment,

vague were the  memories

of that somber night.

Dripping in perfumed tears,

dreary and hollow did the earth embrace me.

I ...

A Rose

bush, in full bloom,

create disappointment,

Hiding sweetness. ...A prickly throned,

beauty.

Blues in Haiku

A hot summer day
but not a chill in the air
of the ice blue skies.

Chirps, a mocking bird
while the clouds hang, head over
and the sky is blue.

Her eyes shed water,
as the children play, and splash
pools of crystal blue.