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…
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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
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Chilly Morning
Steam climbs in harmony
With the flicker from the fire
Autumn chill is lingered now
I challenge my will to inspire
A run …
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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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Just Before
Tempest ages of tales from lofts
of organs and replicas of saints.
Covered icons to express a time
quiet memories of prayers unsaid.
Whispered among the pews of
the faithful few, wanting …
humanity is deafened to creation.
Signs and wonders are fewer
as ages of hopeful hopeless.
Crossing always into a river of regret
it never matters if we are aware.
It is who we are as oneness,
it is who we are as togetherness
from the beginning, to the recognition
just before, just before the river of regret.
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A. M.
flickering morning fire
quietly throws warmth
across the shadows
no sleep lifts me up
from my warm bed
to sit in the dark
thinking, weighted
yesterdays forge
into serenity
praying in resolution
knowing the day
will be full
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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.
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Missing Christmas
Christmas lights flicker
into colors, green and red.
The silence of the season
hangs in what is not said.
It is the knowing you are not here
your smile I miss the most,
The quiet way you made it so
a holiday Christmas toast.
I will miss our first Christmas
with you not around.
I will miss all the other Christmas’
in memory do resound.
Copyrighted: 2011 CMM
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