uphill

in the fog
the paper owl
on branch set

a yellow leaf road
walking through the trees
every view close
to the end of the spectrum

thursday night football

cold is a thief
stealing heat and relief
from behind closed doors
spreading across the floor
pulling socks off toes
and shooting frost up nose

a cold is a beat
a crazy drummer keeps
playing a pounding head
far but near enough dead
couch sleep perforated
orange juice incorporated

silver maples

time and time again
the leafs fall at the end
yellow orange green red
the lungs of trees dead
 

october

the metal curves
arcs through stability
laden with load
unsinkable in theory

rain for three
near gunwales deep
the bailer's instincts
wake from sleep

water upon water
missed placed rocks
hide behind mist
known by ducks

 

decisions

the breeze is up
the flags are down
which way the water rolls in
determined by looking out
go onto the blood stained end
of the dock and sit
the view up the river
is a look at the future