harvest

Oh Hallow’s Eve


Muse


“Speak to me olé muse and through me tell the story” —Homer

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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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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Vineyard IV


Diverse rich molten soils

erupt into twisted hope

with grape-bulging vines…

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Napa Valley

Napa Valley

Vineyard III


Behind aged stone walls,

Italian wine flows as veins

breathed from purple grapes…

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Napa Valley

Napa Valley

Vineyard


Under crystal sky

midnight blue grapes hang upside

down, dripping harvest…

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