november

the curled leaves were clinging,
precariously clutching on and shivering
i understood how they felt

backs braced against the wind
deep muscle tightening tension

november makes you feel alone,
strapping on scarves and mittens
bundling deeper and deeper within
yourself

the gray sky looked like a painted backdrop
lowered down to set the scene

bleakness

leaves scattered across the sidewalk
aimless

still without the resilience of december
still hoping for some sunlight to peak through
hopes in the crippled edges of fading foliage

at night the skies offer little comfort
clouded over and unsure

deep cello-resounding chords whisper underneath
i can feel the earth sigh under the weight
waiting

Chasing dreams

I'll be thinking of you when I'm heading
west
propping my feet up at every coffee shop
Sitting up front
performing for a crowd on a caffeine buzz
Closing my eyes
inhaling the fragrance of stale morning pastries and hazelnut
it'll be you I see
Chords trembling through my fingertips
your name on my lips
tempered by a smooth mix of breakfast blend and sugar
playing memories
I close down the house every night after night
doors locking
My feet continue towards the car with threadbare tires
ignition
And I wish you were int he passenger seat with me

Gilding

Giving in to the expressive statements
of the Word.

Over the chaos of the deep
magnificent
spewing forth unimaginable.

Digging deeper into the earth
swallowing the soil
breathing damp dirt
standing on the feet of dancing mountains.

These hills are the bubbling
the straining of the stream of life
the water that will save you from thirst.

It is good.

The vine is creeping over all of us
we are tiny timid leaves unfurling
drawing deep drafts up from the roots.

The revelation of a sunset engulfing
the last remaining breaths from the sunrise
letting youthful naivety run rampant
skirting across the sky.