All Souls
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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Autumn
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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Passing
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
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
the 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
Fallen Color
Seasons golden, rustic colors
shed from the aged old tree.
I lean in against the scaly bark
smell the age of autumn’s passing
I feel the leaves falling freely kaleidscope
around the warmth of the breeze.
I step gingerly at the base of roots grounded by time,
pigmented color, bark’s earthy smell.
Feeling the gifts of nurtured ground and holy soil
a symphony of change begin to swell.
I am brought to the awareness of time,
and the treasures it bares.
© CMM 2015
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