IN THE AUTUMN LIGHT

In the old forest gloom

sunlight doesn't permeate

only through the

hundred-year canopy;

it permeates through

all the years,

all the moments,

in which I have stood

on this deep path

in the same light.

20-24.09.2021

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BIRDSONG IN LATE SEPTEMBER DUSK

Reading the old poets

of rivers and mountains

amidst fallen, brown

and pale leaves

in the gathering dusk,

the crisp clarity

of the season of

transformation

broken by a note

of warm nights

of rebirth.

22.09.2021

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THE BIRDS, AS IN SPRING

In the dimming eve of late September,

the birds, until late silent,

sing as in spring.

22.09.2021

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IN LATE SEPTEMBER, THE SOUND OF SUMMER

In the autumn landscape

the sound of summer,

abundant:

Birdsong.

22.09.2021

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THE FAILURES THAT TRULY MATTER

It's not our failures

which have left our dreams

ruined which truly matter -

it's the dreams

of others that really matter,

those ruined by our failures.

22.09.2021

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STARDUST, BUT

 We are stardust,

yes,

but think of the

poor beings

who will be

humandust.

21.09.2021

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WHAT IF IT HURTS?

 Writing confessional poetry:

A self-autopsy with a dull

knife and a rusted saw.

21.09.2021

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SUCH CRUDE BEINGS

Such crude

beings,

many of us,

most of us -

like the man

in the mirror.

21.09.2021

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FOR US

One day, time will 

end

&

with open eyes

we will

gaze

at the eternity.

20.09.2021

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WILDERNESS TRACKS

In the far distance,

the sound of an afternoon

train running

through autumn forests.

20.09.2021

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THE LIGHT OF WHAT WAS LOST

   In the deep autumn woods,

the shimmering light

of lost years

permeates through

canopies of evergreen trees

old when I was young.

20.09.2021

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IN LATE SEPTEMBER

After cold weeks,

suddenly azure skies

and sunlight; birds

singing, chattering

flood the landscape

with sound thought lost.

20.09.2021

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YOUR DEATH

I Infinitus

1

Remember, there will come

a day without you,

and the world

shall be as it was,

beautiful and uncaring.

2

    Your life, your death,

no more than the life,

the death of the animal

whose carcass

rots beside the highway.

II Oblivio

1

Remember, there will come

the final day,

for you,

and the world

shall end.

2

Beyond your final

breath, your final thought,

no great spirals of stars

and dust turning in the void,

only the void.

16.09.2021

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THE THING WE TAKE GRANTED IS THE MOST CERTAIN TO END IN THE FUTURE

   How strange, that

even in these latter days

of fire and dying,

we are still not surprised

to awaken

to this reduced world?

16.09.2021

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SEPTEMBER MORNING

  Morning awash in more

than the pale light of

overcast skies;

faint golden hue

on yellowed leaves,

dying grass

under gaps

to palest blue.

Yet the light seeping

into the landscape

has the cold

of sullen fall.

16.09.2021

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OLD DREAMS

  The old white cat

snuffles in her sleep

atop my backbag.

16.09.2021

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IN COLD SEPTEMBER

 Coldest September since 1993,

I was told today,

and day after day,

against gray clouds,

trees in autumn foliage

stand without movement.

The wind, like warmth,

has gone from our lives.

16.09.2021

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