[tabby title="Poem"] A somber mood in autumn’s gown,The fallen leaf by old roadside,Crinkly clad in nature’s brown,A cycle complete as amber tones abide. The rhythm is a cycle complete,All is present in the passing,Reflections of an archetypal beat,No cause to...

[tabby title="Poem"] I am controlled by gossamer strings,Puzzling questions make the call,Odd inquiries are part of my dance,At the conclusion, my soul may fall. But I hear talk like a distant rhythm,Some old answers we kick about,Destiny’s goal seems freely...

[tabby title="Poem"] Is the human touch the Anthropocene age?Human progress (supposedly) on the march,Passing on to the new stage,A sift of view, with lots of starch. So much of Earth has man’s scar,Intense in times of revolution,Industry has carried us...

[tabby title="Poem"] Rest, indeed, a moment for me,Silence falls upon the rush,As if I meditate beneath the Bo tree,Nature encourages such a hush. The old sense, the olfactory, the smell,The most primitive in the brain,Recalling ancestors’ stories to tell,The denouement,...

[tabby title="Poem"] The distance ‘tween was so fragile,Shimmering silver shown its beauty,Closing the space a trick so agile,That calls aesthetic to a specific duty. I called for years—a gentle bluff,Considereing a butterfly in my hand,Who found hours to be enough,For...