Beyond September comes the winds of autumn and the harvest of the fields, beyond september cotton gets changed for flannel and pumpkins are carved into jack-o-lanterns, beyond september is where the souls of long departed go to do their haunting, beyond september comes the falling of the leaves after their change from green to gold,beyond september come the darkened skies ,the storms and rain, all this and more will beyond september come.

                 Written Oct. 1982       Published in 1997(see Embedded Dreams) Library of Poetry

Misting rains outside this window , overcast and fog,the seagulls come inland,they know the changes due,my heart knowsthemtoo, but doesnot wish it so, inside ,frail bones and a weary heart wish secretly to join the clouds,and leave this realm to where the harps are played and friends long past now dwell,the time is short now and the misting rains turn to raging thunder and pouring rains , at the flash of lightning the body and the soul once one are two, a life once young now old, and a body once warm turns cold,and raging winds and misting rains once more outside this window fall.

                           Written Oct. 1997

Sun cast your last shadow,rains pour fourth as skies darken,the birds song turns silent, hearts grow heavy and storm clouds loom larger, in the distance, rumbling ofthe thunder comes ever closer,as rattling of ghosts long chains, drops fall harder now as they empty branches of their leaves ,and the dusty earth melts into puddles wherein no rainbow dwells,a box is lowered beneath the earth six feet , above a marble stone will soon be set, in membrance of the sun, whose rays of warmth no longer shine on hearts grown cold and grey.

                                                          Written Oct. 1997

sparks of a burning passion dance about the Darkened bricks of a hearts fireplace, as the flames grow the sparks crackle,desire feeds the passion, without desire the winds of loneliness cause glowing embers to slowly flicker and go out.