Poetry

Autumn Ritual


The fire is lit

The fall has come

The days grow short

At the setting sun

The witches howl

The children play

Sweaters are worn

For the chilly days

Time will rearrange

As seasons show off

The colors change

© CMM 2020



Running


I thought of all the places

I thought of many paces

over the years I ran

In hopes i always can

It has been me

My constant …

CMM ©2020

Our Moment


I was trying to run the hill

When stopped by waiting still

was a lovely deer curious of me.

And I looked closely to see,

the beauty of nature, a sight

a pause , and then took flight

©. CMM 2020

Morning Rain


The moon wakes an early rain

The wind now sway with fall

I listen to the distant thunder

I listen to nature’s call…

Calming breeze crosses my face

And drops of rain keep gentle beats

Quiet darkness is broken with light

The blooms now permeate with sweet

Hope

©. CMM. 2020

Corn Moon


A short run under a full moon.

Foretelling of the Harvest Days

Fog and ghost in a purple haze

Winter chill will be here soon.

© 2020 CMM

My Son and My Run


He laughs and sings

And dances on stage hoping to

Distract a world at rage .

© CMM 2020

Infinity


I walk among ancient sands

Yet walk as if it was new

The winds blow at my side

And I only think of you.

© CMM 2020

Shadows


Only shadows seen

Many stories have I read

Of shadows to dread

However these are promise

Of the morning ahead

© CMM. 2020