A deep breath

The smell of rain on Autumn leaves
Is quite unlike a summer storm
The colours fall and darken brown
And matt together into soil
Crisp and then they flake away
Or moisten into pulp.

The smell carves pumpkins
And spices pies
It chases steam from cocoa mugs
And tells of birthdays that last for weeks

It wraps the dream of the Nutcracker
The work, the dance, of the Nutcracker
The repeated tradition well-loved.

It is the aroma, the essence released
Of beautiful change
Trusted and remembered
Life giving while leading to dormancy
Refreshing in its cool warmth,
It becomes a Moment, just to breathe.

Unbalanced Efficiency

What of worth would work in words
Rather fashion wood for purpose
Waste no thing no thought or deed
We can't afford to squander time
Life so precious, one so small
All must work to push the world
Forward better stronger always
Little by bit to come together
None can spare the selfish and
Yet maybe are they foolish
Who can say what value lies
In the hands of a dreamer
And the thoughts of a working man?

Companionship

Arm in arm
Side to side
Closely hold the warmth to you
A touch, a word
A gentle place
Of simple knowing, friendship true

Lost Friends

No deep chasm or earth-quaking rift
Just something dissolved into forgotten mist
A pattern traced into sand with love
Left to the ocean tide's gentle shove
Begun without thought to the unstable place
Not knowing at first what might come
Of the sticks and the stones and the curve of her face
By the end of it seeing the value therein
Perhaps a smile and a photo, more than a glance
Or quickly a barricade, a wall to prevent
To save what was made in an afternoon spent
Under the sun on the sands by the sea
The time to go home arrives after all
You leave before seeing, knowing the fate
Of anything left there, built in the sand
To fade to the waves steady soft slant
Rubbing out pictures and making them smooth
Blurring out glass shards you once could see through

Part of the Game

Slide down your sight line
Make me your target
Zone in and zoom to my heart

I hide in the forest
Unseen and unmarked
Living in quiet, serene

I watch as the prey
Dance crazy patterns
In fearful flight

Lifeblood in the loam
Sticky and matted
Still the chasing goes on

Something keeps them
All interwoven
And I am just waiting

This time I think
Maybe I'll be spotted
Chosen by arrow and beau

Then I regret to remember
That I am a tree, not a doe
And any shot so misfired
Will be met with a dull wooden thunk.

Around the Threads

Beads of glass
Coloured sands
Turn on the wind
Against the skin
Beads of sweat
Dew the smooth
Bare softness
Beads of plastic
Fall with a sharp
Muted tick and tack
As beads of oil separate
And shine with
Toxic rainbow swirls
Counting blessed wooden beads
Until it is time
To begin again

The Shark's Greeting

Well beneath the waves in the dark waters' depths
Edges glint and cut, whet by endless salty flesh
Lurking in the shadows, streamlined, silent power
Cavernous and cruel, rows and rows of endless smiles
One fin slices smoothly through above the crests and troughs
Menacing, the dreaded host approaches the guest
Enter and be welcome. Let me put you now to rest.

Notice of Schedule Change

So it's back to business as usual.  At the moment, I still have irregular access to internet, but I will try to post daily.  I'm not going to bother with "# Failure" posts when I miss one this time around.  I will just do my best.

My goal remains the same as that expressed in my first entry: to post one poem every day.

Wish me good luck!