Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?