FALL Of man.

The wind is crisp

Like a cold hand on a warm day

Shivers down the spine

First day of colder days to come

People seem more rushed

Collars turned up against the cold

Or to shield themselves

From more than just the breeze

Less talk from the crowds

Less smiles against the changing leaves

It is the start of an end

Far away… but now in sight

The beauty in autumn

Sometimes lost in the pockets

Of heavier coats of armor

So begins another Fall of man.

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Spinning.

The sky was once blue

The water was once clean

The rain…well…it didn’t burn

And there was grass, green grass.

I remember a thing called tree,

And wishing the summer days would last.

I remember the outdoor smell

Before the scent of grime.

I remember fish that swam,

Before the layer of oil.

I remember a world of light.

Before the world lost the fight.

Shed a tear

The end is near.

 

 

 

In silence

I sit in silence

let my eyes wander in reverence

across the sky looking for guidance

blue and cloud creating its own magnificence

My eyes wander again in silence

across the meadow of grass and violets

breeze on my face and nature’s incense

the world so immense

I sit in silence

in a sweet benevolence

I show my deference

smiling more than once

In silence.

 

Lean to the Right.

Lean toward the right

just a bit out of sight

feel my gaze search for you

in that shadow that is a bit new

if you lean toward the right

there is a chance I might

see you in that dark place

see the beauty left on your face

put away the fury of the past

step into the light at last

and let me see the you I know

don’t be afraid to finally show

the you that was once full of light

make the move to the right

end the long drawn out chase

accept the warm and tender grace

a shadow will fade away

along with the last of the grey

a smile shall shine through

and I will be with you.

I am Man

I am not a wise man

though I lean to the pretend.

I am not a strong man

though my face can scare at times.

I am not a rich man

but I am loved by those that care.

I am not a thin man

and I do not obsess on self.

I am not a violent man

in fact I prefer to make you laugh.

I am just a man

That sees himself

in a reality based on fact

I am a man

Like me or not

I will remain me, without an act.

A Tiny Hand

Your tiny hand

held in mine

so small, I still remember…

Walk with me

hand in hand

as I get grey and meager…

My tiny hand

aged and frail

so small, you may remember

No matter how grey

or stooped with age

there is something always familiar…

Your hand hold true

is never grown

It’s just what I remember…

A tiny hand

held tight to mine.

A love that lives forever.