Lone Leaf

this cold bright morning

has me following a lone leaf

with crisped edges 

scratching the pavement

as it tumbles down the street

has it lost its way 

as autumn is chased away

by winter’s winds

I hope it finds a settling place

and warmth in togetherness

11.30.19 (irp)

Keep It Close

all the leaves have turned and fallen

winds have shifted

spring’s rebirth feels distant

love is woven in the heart

rooted in the past

growing from the present

as aromas waft through the home 

keep it close

those near and far, here and gone


a reminder from Thanksgiving 2012 – It is easy to get trapped in our ordinary routines and the countless small frustrations we face each day. In doing this we often keep ourselves from appreciating all we have and overlook where we should really be spending our energy. I am a consistent offender of allowing myself to  be bogged down by the “small stuff” and forgetting the big picture. I work on this everyday and with Thanksgiving arriving it serves as a reminder to take some extra time – enjoy what we have and be thankful.

Calendar Pages

recent dawns have her bound in chains newly linked

an innocent young spirit has begun to shrink

I promise to not let her drown

even as I’m sinking down

I keep feeling I should be further down this road

leaving mistakes strewn among the miles strode

my head is filled with words of song

that dreams have written all night long

if I ink them on the page or sing them out

will that alleviate pain and doubt

I live my days

learning to use the love you gave

believing what happens has some reason

keeps me moving from season to season

birches in the back
Lincoln Woods, Lincoln, RI

Paths

a funnel once wide took it all in

now empties into destined urns

thru holes that remain from the bullets of time

draining much of what had pooled inside

just before mornings light

memories in ashes can be seen

like petals strewn on dead end walks

intended to not be gathered

they mark a path yet taken

this past is for another

as mine was for me

hope renews

city trees
Boston, MA

A Partner

both of us wounded

sporting scars

some worn as badges

others hidden

past hurt unresolved

there are pieces 

some not meant to be saved

a barren destiny

sits alone

like liquid in a mold

filling each other in

preserving one another

when it gets heavy

breathing for each other

a peace pulses below the surface

we are so much 

together

Mass Moca – North Adams, MA

Hold Your Ground

blowing through every season

it’s nature’s matter 

no rhyme nor reason

carrying to and fro

sometimes taking 

what you’d rather not go

what is received in the shift

you cannot predict 

burdens and gifts

it may seem quiet

on days calm and still 

changes linger, don’t deny it

all around you

winds whip with change 

let it flow through