Autumn

The clouds hung close

the silver river view

the sun shines timid

I run past the hue

of late Autumn

and misty day

I sure my feet

Into the way

bringing me home

while I pray…

Autumn Run

Our weather is turning — our clocks will change.

Life will get shorter and time rearrange.

We will fade and the children will take their turn,

watching life pass and working to earn.

Only to be where we are now,

no slower no faster with  reflections somehow.

©  CMM  2015

Second City

“What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.”
― Charles Baudelaire