The winds and steady rain
came last night
tugging on the leafs connection
between spring and
the colder now
So many connections
broken witnessed by
leaves unteathered scattered
across wet pavement

I feel disconnected these days
separation between me
and familiar joys
and easy distractions
Now I find myself
fading emptying
delicate veins appearing
praying for a spring that
will be too long coming

Tiny Nutty Things

To eat a sesame bagel
I must toast
and then slather on 
the soft cheese
The crunch and the smooth
melding on my tongue
Remaining are the seeds
scattered like beautiful 
random memories
dotting the plate
These little remnants 
opportune bliss
against all that 
I have gathered
in pain and duty
I moisten a finger
and attract the seeds
in ones and twos
laying them unhurried
on my tongue 
these tiny nutty 
little things 
In that quieting space
I remember and
I can feel that much is 
still fine and truly well


It’s late summer
The light has faded
I feel a deep 
sigh coming on
Fields of tall 
grasses yellowed
falling over in
heat exhaustion
Bright red berry laden
branches fill thickets
The black berries
already withered
on wild vines
Yellow jackets old
fly confused 
And there right 
before me relief
Evidence of a
changing guard
A garnet leaf 
amid the
papery green 
A signal that Fall 
is on the march


The clock teeters 
on the brink between
night and day
I between 
awake and sleep
I open my door
to midnight
one last nod
a grateful farewell
thus squeezing just a 
little more out 
of this day
I stand enfolded
in tranquil darkness
wrapped in sky 
The lights in my abode
diminished behind me
Lights from other lives
reach out across 
the blackness
shed on what and whom
I do not know
but wonder sometimes
Then like some familiar task
with barely a thought 
I let go
I wander back inside
shutter the door
slip into bed
and fall over the edge
into the oncoming day

Written from Eugi’s prompt “Midnight” https://amanpan.com/2021/08/19/eugis-weekly-prompt-midnight-august-19-2021/

Under late summer

The grasses are yellow 
and beaten down
They crunch underfoot
I feel that way
worn and brittle.
Out my window
the banks of the river
have become broad 
revealing a natural 
end of life 
pictured evolution 
in fallen trees 

I want for some joy
a break in the
relentless chasm 
of uncertainty
My sense of well-being
chipped away
leaves temper too close
to a cracked surface
stretched too far 
searching for joy
in the minutia
The tightness in my chest
begs for the lightness
of cool winds and steady rain
to temporarily submerge
the evidence of all 
that’s been broken

A Prayer

Her words were petals 
floating down 
from the sturdy tree
that was she
They floated around
and landed in my hair
tickled my nose
slid down my arms
and coverd my toes

In abundance they filled 
the empty spaces 
all those between places
especially where I longed
leaving me quite
certain I was not alone
that I belonged 

She that was She
grew up the me 
spindly into strong 
I rose high a
free to be me and
a she that was She
with petals that
floated down 
in and all around 
tender to surround

Inspired by Eugi’s Prompt “Petals”


Parked at the Airport

He soared past me
The spread of his wings
breaking rambling thoughts
Landing high above 
his huge eyes deliberate
blinked half speed 
We stared curious 
then made our apologies
and left as good guests must do
My 4 legged friend and I
had wandered the forest floor
choosing unfamiliar trails
and wading creeks
Nearing the end of 
our adventure
we stepped
from woods to lawns
and settled shaded
butt and belly
in cool grass
It was in the quiet they rose
appearing like single manned 
The dragon flies 
too numerous to count
hummed hovered 
and darted passing 
one another in seemingly
random directions
Visitors bemused we
had landed in the midst of
a bustling air field
When no collisions occurred
I wondered if the owl
was an off-duty
air traffic controller


Why does joy fade
but embarrassing moments
etch memory’s blackboard

Picked almost last

Joyfully performed 
for Dad –
he mumbled and left

Little girl, crying desperate
had to pee in the dirt
behind the family car

Teacher to the class 
She would have done better 
on a True False test 
had she just guessed

Humiliation unforgotten
in synapse tattoos

From Eugi’s promp “Unforgotten”


Network Poetry Prompt

I like poetry prompts
They force one to 
look at their feelings 
and biases
Network feels like business
And I don’t like the 
business side 
of business
Even though 
my wallet favors it
It is a forced march
Feelings deeper than
I could pin up a piñata
sick a sign on it
that says Network
and happily bash it to bits
I could maybe then get 
a sweet taste in my mouth
Grappling with the 
sweet and the sour
my friend
reminded me
that trees have 
an intricate dare I say 

From Eugi’s weekly poetry prompt “Network”

Things that come to an End

Sometimes things go on 
too long
Stomach aches
though it was really just 
24 hours
Painful relationships
Leaky grocery bags
a long way from home
Bad Hot Dogs
Computer glitches 
that require someone else to fix
Burbs and hiccups
-maybe the hot dogs
A flat tire
in the pouring rain
Luggage lost
in a foreign country
Panic attacks
Slow forward
These things 
come to an end
Maybe that’s why
they say patience 
is a virtue and
there is
a bright side to
nothing lasts forever