Summer’s Ending


summer’s ending
the leaves are drying
the wind is softer,
the heat subsiding
it is as if
they all agree
that summer’s ending
drop down your leaves
moisture is lost
the darkness takes hold
the larger birds balk
the mosquitos are bold
summer’s ending
I feel Autumn say
the days will be shorter
as limbs now sway
to welcome the Fall
stilled by the heat
it won’t be long
it is Autumn’s sweep.
Copyrighted:  2017  CMM

Brains, Beauty and Brawn


Hey, that’s how I feel, Hello, that’s what I’m about.

A date, that’s not what’s great,

What’s great at any rate,

Is the relationship that dictates,

Our friendship that is true…

Hey, that’s how I feel, Hello, that’s what I am about.

First it’s secrets that are told,

Then its Ferbes that are sold,

We hop in our Trac when told,

For our evening we pursue…

Hey that’s how I feel, Hello, that’s what I am all about.

As we learn and time will pass,

our parties they’re a gas,

and each other we harass,

the thing remembered will be you…

Hey that’s how I feel, Hello, that’s what I am all about.

We grow to depend on each other,

and the friendship becomes a brother,

and the bonding like no other,

the separation will soon be due.

Hey that’s how I feel, Hello, that’s what I am all about.

Hold on to me real tight,

as someday it will feel like night,

because my brother will be out of sight,

remember that, I love you…

Hey that’s how I feel, Hello, that’s what I am all about.

Listen dear friends take my hand,

and wherever you go understand,

there is no ocean and no land,

that memory will subdue…

Hey, that’s how I feel, Hello that’s what “WE” were all about!

(Dedicated to my daughter, and her two high school buddies endearingly called, ‘Brains, Beauty, Brawn’.)

 

copyrighted:  1999 CMM

Changes


The fields have turned golden

img_1545the wheat now bundles in rolls

the sweet rain of autumn

will soon take its tolls

while color begins to grace

the tree line with color

the golds and the russet

the browns and yellow

I listen out to the souls who

pass into the place of places

where no one returns

and awareness erases

oh the changes of time

spread before in  splatter

to explain the passing

we ignore what matters

that autumn just is, what we

try not to see, the passing

of time, the reminder of seasons

when the colors bleed

copyrighted:  CMM  2016