Newly Fallen

I found the leaves
today,
neatly pressed in pairs and threes
between the pages of
the dic tion ar y
as I looked up
Entrepreneur.
I imagined you there
in your soul soaked old man coat
(the one I mended with silver thread)
conducting a
deliberate
&
silent gathering
of the newly fallen
as you flowed through
the arms of forest--
contemplating which
of thousands
to send
to me
to win back my heart
which was
never really lost.
I found the leaves today...

leaves

Christian came home Friday with a suprize for me. "I know how much you love leaves mom." he said, as he reached deep into his coat pocket and produced a bulging handful of brightly colored leaves...

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pale wrists of God
salt the earth in slow motion
accumulating in a
steady gathering of
hours,
minutes,
seconds...
and still
the day seeps sleepily
from under the hem
of my tattered white robe,
oozing thick and
ungatherable,
no matter how frantic
my hands.
And looking up from my chore
I can see no further
than the sloppy street corner
beyond the pane that divides
cold from warm.
Still I brighten
and dry my hands
knowing you are turning
toward home.

Remembrance

As Queen Anne’s finest rolls down its sleeves,
And the dusk falls thick on the heels of the eve,
Silhouettes of bare branches finger the sky,
And Winter smoothes her white sheets with a sigh
Of warm remembrance –
Fall you and Spring I.