the season had ended
the leaves had descended
and I was to rake
them away
so I went out at dawn
to my leaf-covered lawn
when a favorable wind
came my way
now my leaves were
blown high
in the blustery sky
while I leaned on my rake
all the day
and I think that it’s been
quite a favorable wind
but my neighbors don’t
see it that way
–photo by me
In the dead of the night,
When good folk are in bed,
The witches take flight
On their broomsticks instead,
And meet in moonlight
For the Feast of the Dead.
A dark night of dread,
But what does it mean?
When the living and dead
Have less curtain between!
Samhain, it is said,
Is now our Halloween.
the sun may line clouds
with silver or light them up
with golden fire
–photo by me
corn flakes
frosted, toasted
crunching, munching, grinding
all up in my face this morning
fall leaves
fall leaves
all up in my face this morning
crunching, walking, grinding
frosted, toasted
corn flakes
this moment between
past and future is as thin
as an idea
yet it holds no less than the
entire universe at once
Dear Time,
Being held prisoner.
Present
This photo, taken two days ago by Derick Montgomery, shows the power and fury of Lake Superior. I had to share. Can you believe this is a lake?
–photo by me
cageless, my spirit
flies untethered
ageless, my soul is
wise but weathered
weightless, my spirit
is unmeasured
hateless, my soul is
truly treasured
my spirit flitters
here and there
and never settles
anywhere
my soul remains
within my heart
yet soul and spirit
never part
michaeljordahl 