
After the chugging blade I trudge
Shredding stems of grass
Into confetti strewn in starburst spray
Ahead, the long, unruly mane
Behind, a close-cropped sheen
Earth’s crisp soft hairdo for a brand new day

After the chugging blade I trudge
Shredding stems of grass
Into confetti strewn in starburst spray
Ahead, the long, unruly mane
Behind, a close-cropped sheen
Earth’s crisp soft hairdo for a brand new day

I walked along a wide cool street
As the sun was rising
Yawning beams of light above the rooftops
Crisp leaves skittered past my feet
Flecks of gold horizon
Dewdrops perched on twigs in glassy drops
I felt the bite of autumn’s chill
Riding cloud wings in
Chasing off the lingering asphalt heat
Brittle scents of dried things spilled
Like syrup on my skin
Mixed with earthy mums and pumpkins sweet
I heard the honking call of geese
In V-shapes through the sky
Towboat fleets escorting winter here
While squirrels leapt through turning trees
To bury nuts nearby
And build warm burrows to sleep out the year

I remember those September nights a’rocking on the porch
With the easy evening breezes licking round the candle torch
Golden splashes, shadowed lashes in the fading dusky light
Flickered flames like mentioned names that all dissolve into the night
Wood joints clicking, needles picking yarn up in tight stitches
Crickets pattering, sparrows chattering down in brushy ditches
Killdeer keening, red hawks preening out in half bare trees
Furry flashes – rabbit dashes through dry cornfield seas
Wood smoke thinned on the wind, tendrils whispering of fall
Russet scent of cornhusks spent, first of harvest’s haul
Cooling tea beside my knee of chamomile and mint
Wafting slow in low sun’s glow, a pearl of china glint
Sunset brushes red rouge blushes over rippling plains
Darkness washes liquid splashes, spreading azure stains
Pinpoint stars from sprinkled jars wink across the sky
Summer night and pale moonlight, a memory lullaby

I stand in utter darkness, thick and deep
Below, the rough waves crash on endlessly
Around me, stinging wind and cold rain weep
And yet I set my eyes in faith before me
For the one hope in this uncertainty
And there it comes, a beam of clear green light
In steadfast rhythm shines on fearlessly
A compass beacon sent to land and sea
The faithful lighthouse guides worn travelers through the night