Water Wheel

I heard a note 
Said the note; I am Rose,

I read a note.
Read the note;I am Dirt.

Alas, Rose needs Dirt
more than Dirt needs Rose.

I heard notes by a laughing brook.
Said the notes; I am Water. Everyone needs me.

Seek, Sacrifice and Serve

Seek
Sacrifice
Serve
Live, die
Resurrect

Autumn Candles

The day is crystal
The day is smoke
traced on gems and minerals

Autumn whistles candles
Trail of leaves tales
Summer falls and rises

Thinking About Nothing

I wish to no longer be addicted to the keyboard,
a virtual dummy to the internet,
therefore, I am limiting my postings from 3 an hour
to one every now and when,
undeppressed about yesterday
unfrantic about today
content to idle the hours
go-lightly thinking about nothing

Chalking The Cue

Sun, I love you.
I love you, Moon.
Twinkles by the trillions,
Dust thou know I exist?
Straight shot from where I star,
Eight-ball, corner pocket.

A Tale of Beginnings

In the rush of autumn; I heard a boom,
a voice that questioned "Are you ready, "

My heart skipped, raced and genuflected
I did not dare to answer, I did not dare not to reply

In a tattered corn field at summer's end.
the voice transferred to a scarecrow:

"We ain't playing, sonny.  You better be ready,
ready or not."

I mouse-like squeaked:  I guess I'm ready, I hope I'm..
Please, whoever you are. I'm just taking a stroll on the edge of winter.

The voice in the scarecrow now in a crow, gawked,
"For what then  are you ready?"

"I'm ready to surrender," said I.  And with that the fence
on which the crow was perched spoke in rails with a Scottish accent:

"Ready to die is ready to live."  It was then I understood  that there where  I stood
 I had been struck by lighting two times.  Such luck was mine.

A Soaking

Distanced between origin and departure
Big clouds break water over Balding Mountain,
Through gaps in pine, flash flood follows
Jumping tents, storming fences
Down the Colorado

The eaglet's soak
Young deer shiver
Earth Mother sonorous
feeds our senses