“Speak to me olé muse and through me tell the story” —Homer

An autumn morning with

crisp awareness of summer past.

Brings to memory how

the saints soon hover and last.

Orange pumpkins lay to rot

Along the porch and drive.

While chapel bells ring

calling ‘All Souls’, who still survive.

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a morning run

Before the sun

All are quiet

And Just in sight

God’s thumbnail

A gentle might

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My Gaelic daughter,

A child of grace.

A spirited heart,

An angelic face.

Fears of a mother

Go ahead of her steps.

No greater joy,

Her pain is kept.

Walk among the clover,

Feed under the thatch.

Angels go as you rover .

A lassie of no match.

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autumnal Equinox gently arrives

warmth of the summer lost in the skies

Burnt orange and red are made of your dress

A sigh of relief now we will soon rest

From a summer of drought and too little rain

We will put it behind us; wait for seasons to change

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my grandsons and me

Walk free among verdant grass

Present will be past

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a tender moment

Mother and daughter share time

While the children play

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“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.

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