Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night

my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause

a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes

last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn

crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid

Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart