Autumn

Bleached white and muted grey wood line,

covered with spots of unthawed snow.

Patches of green grass left from summer.

The smokey grey morning clouds hang heavy.

As the morning light breaks into shadows cast.

Winter has taken hold into arctic temperatures.

Still nature stays attentive to coming storms.

Sitting at my desk I am taken aback as one brave

bird dares to break the silence and sing of spring.

Copyrighted:  CMM  2019 

we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time

rusted planks of life
jutting out

feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign

we will understand how
little time we tout

until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered

I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth

even though the shifts
are tethered

Copyrighted: 2018 CMM

“There you are,” having fallen into helplessness,

confusions,

lost in the pile of life’s debri.

I pick you up, dust you off,

dear old friend,

but don’t leave again…

I smile down at my long lost pen.

copyrighted: CMM August 2010

All Soul’s Day, has come to past,

just in time to remind at last,

we are very temporary here

snow has fallen early this year

So as the day brings us to see

The souls and saints among the trees

Symbols passing in nature agrees.

Copyrighted : CMM  2017

Ash, fallen losing its form,

drifting to places—

Places once given to life

now void in the body.

Blemished leavings of

perfect love and life—

Spent time, celebrations

now void in the mind.

Consciousness

to awareness made up

of dreams and hopes,

now void in the soul.

The ticking of the clock,

the clanging echoing,

noises made in the senses,

now void in the hearing.

Spoken words of promise

of heart felt memories

devoted love forever—

now void in heart.

We have heard many

warnings, sounding often

in the distance, never noticed—

until we hear the ringing.

Knell bell

final sounding—

Echo without vibrations,

muted sounds, never heard; but felt.

copyrighted: CMM 2002