September Haiku

September suns rays
slice across verdant gardens.
Cold nights chill my toes.

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Summer emptied.
I use days up as they come.
Silk breeze on my thigh.

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Kitchen counter full.
Fall bounty clogs big pots.
Earth oars down the clock.

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Rake dreams with windows open.
Kaleidescope trees.
Leaves need many big bags filled.

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Pace this day’s flight with tastes
of Summer’s ripe bounty.
Pesto’s delight greens my mouth.

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Morning mist weighs down dawn
Between Summer and Fall.
Coffee tastes better in cold weather.

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power of words

After reading this poem by Antonia at Reluctant Painter, I wrote this:

the throat has no subtle strangulation
when met by rhythms such as those
beating hearts that slip off
the page into my porcelain soul

i take my leave
midst the course palpitations,
check my vigil at the door
and wisp myself away

on the words you leave me with
while going about your day
unconcerned with my fate,
my formidable challenge

Here I Sit

Here I sit, spinning, stunned by the possibilities of all the thoughts I can think, and I prance from one bubble to another, moving as each pops.

very old journal entry

Inspire Beauty

I’m off to visit Platinum Glamor (my mother) out east. See you in the New Year! Garnet

I love the word inspire, whish literally means to breathe in. May you breathe in beauty, love, peace and joy.

May the light in your heart burn clear and long.

Thank you for the rich tapestry of your comments this first nine months. I look forward to longer days, more yang energy. May the heat in your heart warm you in the cold times.

Garnet

Beauty calls and yearns for your attention,
it gives rise and demension to your soul,
a reflection of your truest goals.

Lest we forget, our hearts are fueled
by a love enduring beyond our lives.
And beauty is its chaperone,
a spark through the dark nights
on the long walk
to the light of the mountain top.

All we have is each other.

May the comfort of love be with you.