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.



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.




Cooling Days

the wind picks up
the cooling breeze
the darkening nights
and coloured leaves
it’s so tired
the warming sun
perhaps it’s happy
it’s job is done
time for blankets
and coats with down
hats and scarves
wait for snow on the ground

I love this time
resetting life
slowing the days
lengthening the night
soon a tree
trimmed and lit
a man in red
with a knee to sit
and songs play
with cheer and mirth
for the jolly man
of generous girth

I love this time
every single year
cooling days
and loved ones near

Imagine…channeling Lennon.


if only for a moment,

a world of perfect smiles,

of warm hearts,

and friendly nods,

to the old man,

the beggar,

no walls of colour,

no veils of wealth,

just simply,


holding on,

to a love.

to a hope.

to a joy.

of you and I,

in an embrace of billions!


what we could do…

Dreams of Grandeur.

I was a tree, tall and full of life. I gave shade to the weary and bore fruit for the hungry. I was home to creatures and a place to play for children. I was happy and alive.

I was a mountain, towering and proud. I marked the world with beauty. I was the boundary of lands. I blocked out the sun with my stoney face. I was powerful, and I was alive.

I was an ocean, as big as your eyes could see. I moved with the moon and was home to billions. I fed a world and I made the rain. I was everywhere and I was alive.

I was the wind, fast and free. I traveled the world light as the air. I was warm and cold. I could freeze and melt. I pushed clouds with the exhale of my breath. I flew and I was alive.

I was just me, a man unmarked. Just one of the crowd, unremarkable. I longed for something, anything unique, but in the end I could only dream. I sleep to be alive.