The Change
Blackeye peas
autumn breeze
rocking chair keeping pace
The sky has turned gray
the quietness of the day
calls the season’s race
I listen to know
It will soon start to snow
Winter will take its place.

CMM. copyright: 2022
Autumn
A glow of autumn,
a welcomed day.
The spring birds are leaving.
The hummingbirds have lingered ,
but only for a moment
and they will leave.
My one majestic oak tree,
strengthens itself as she knows.
She will soon shed her dress
after the brilliant ball of Fall.
Come gently autumn,
be kind to all who celebrates you.
As winter will take its turn
the world will barely take notice .
CMM. 2022
Tea
I poured my tea
And let it rest upon the fireplace.
I sat close by to stay warm
The embers glow on my face.
The storm just close enough
to warn that it is near and cold.
Staying far away
the clouds are gray and bold.
I return to the warmth
and start to drink my tea
It is the safety of my home
that truly comforts me.
CMM @ 2021
Morning
Stretching so far
I try to see
the dark coal sky
hanging over me.
Constellations I recognize
spatter light in my eyes.
Laughing they drop
right before the horizon
turns crimson red.
I see the universe go on ahead.
CMM. © 2021
2020
A chilly blustery day as I warm myself
in front of early morning fire.
The dark mornings and quiet house
lends me to reflect.
We are in tumult times of discord,
turmoil and a horrible virus.
My prayer is somehow this changes
and we wake in early morning healed.
©. CMM 2020
Tom Sawyer
Tom Sawyer would be proud
Of the curiosity he shows
His wonder and discovery
A small rock he throws
Standing an looking
He thinks once more,
To collect another rock and
throws off to distant shore.
Dedicated to my Grandson
© CMM 2020
Fog
Autumn wears many faces
As the mornings lift
Into fog and mist.
Leaves now shuffle in sound
Dry enough to drop
Below the mothering tree.
Cool breeze will make way
To a warmer day
Reluctant to begin.
Black walnuts fall below
Your feet in surprise
Causing this runner to skip
By so not to fall…
©. CMM. 2020
Refreshing
I started out cold
And began to run
Right before the rising sun
As I ran I did not mind
The chill turned into
A refreshing time
Of lights and trees
And autumn sounds
While Golden leaves
Fell on the ground
2020 © CMM
Running with Autumn

About the time
The geese took flight
The cold wind blows
And the whistle sounds
In early morning night
