it’s a monsoon outside today,
it made me think about us.

yesterday two cars were racing each other, one just slightly gaining past, it made me think of us.

i see 2 birds fly side by side, everyday, they make me think of you
all the time.

when can i skip to the
part where your mine again?

if you ever were at all

The coal black sky creeps slowly closer, the azure blue fleeing in its path.
Dark clouds, ominous almost overbearing, preparing their wrath.
I feel the sun on my face, defying the approaching storm.
I know when the rains come they will be warm.
Billowing clouds heavy with rain eat up the sky and soon all that was blue is surpassed.
The sun defeated, leaves taking with it all its shadows.
One by one the first spots fall, testing out the ground as if they were the storms spearheading ants.
Their message got back and with thunderous noise the colony arrives en masse.
Soon the torrents overpowers the sun-baked hardened ground.
Black as night and full of noise, like gods demanding attention, I fear they could touch me.
Oh quickly pass, this murderous rain, I crave the suns intervention.

She is my lover
Of a thousand moods.
I never tire of gazing upon
Her long lithe body,
Her head pillowed
On mountain slopes.
She the mercurial
Keeper of wind
Which come Autumn,
She will swirl just
As a vibrant young woman
Will swing a muffler
‘Round her neck.

I awoke to almost silence,
Sipped Italian roast
To chase away the barefoot dreams
Painfully afoot within my heart.
Stepping onto the deck
A tsunami of awe
Washed with wonder
My heart clean again.

The night’s stormy anger
Had torn
Every star from the sky,
Atop endless wavelets
They now adorned
Her morning robes.

I whispered her name
Wenatchee.

Crisp September breeze
Carries memories
From too many years past.
Feelings unprocessed,
Echoes of uncertainty.

Promises left unkept,
Dreams and hopes
Scattered to the four winds.
And wounds untended,
Deep, ugly, gnarled.

Something in the chill,
Hauled in on the wind,
Makes the hurt return
Like an old fracture
That aches before a storm.

You caught lightning in your mouth
and kissed the world a thunderstorm
All Four Winds bleeding out,
               moment by moment
and stilling the night;
instill it with silence.
Infuse it with waiting
                bait our breaths--

--The ocean's saline, and
               I'm surprised to say,
it seems to like us.
Lips can clamp or loosen,
catch and hold or unleash.
               Choose one?
          it's catch-and-release.

I gulped wondering into my mouth
and I spit out an omen.
               Dolmen smile fading now;
                    twin teeth releasing
                          floodwaters
               from this tomb door of a frown.
Quell the squalling night;
implanting our silence.
Infused with surrender.
               Hold no breath.

                         Anyway...

          We don't check on each other...

          ...or look at our neighbors.

           Yesterday's just that, friend.

will the rain ever stop?
Will the clouds ever run?
Will the water run clear this soon?
Questions
that will spiral down this whirlpool
that begins to build
as the rain pours

If matador is both macho and adorer, mask and mother,
Where are we in this chapter?
If peace is both picador and saviour...
Stepping stone and tablet...
Why can’t we capture?...

I know we were meant to meet us
These fragmented foals, sweet strangers...
So why can’t we seal us?
When we know the things that make us
open, closed and patient – omni-dimensional...

You’re calm yet persistent, I’m a bloom that has its own blood
And we’ve learnt to take it here, on the edge of premise...
Chasing and charging us...
Until one day we’ll free us. Like hail weather – pressure conscious.

Driving down the highway
Stormclouds
have turned to rain.

Droplets
splatter
against the paine.
Streams of possibility
Gliding over the horizon

I stick my hand out.
It returns dry.
The feeling,
I’m perplexed.

No rain, graces
my palm. I was taken

back to when my
old man failed to show up
or would slide
away just as suddenly

as he appeared.
The sense that something.
was off started to rise
then disappeared in a flash.

A big wet one
hit my palm.

In the golden realm of autumn's embrace,
Where nature's palette paints with fiery grace,
Falling leaves dance upon the whispering breeze,
A wistful serenade among the trees.

With each gentle descent, a beauty untold,
Their vibrant hues, a story unfold,
From fiery reds to hues of amber and gold,
A masterpiece in nature's hands we behold.

They flutter and twirl, a delicate ballet,
A symphony of colors in their grand display,
As they bid farewell to their branches high,
With grace and elegance, they softly fly.

In their descent, like dreams released,
They carry whispers of secrets, deceased,
As they land upon the earth's waiting floor,
They invite us to ponder, cherish and adore.

Each fallen leaf holds tales of what has been,
Of summers kissed by sunshine and serene,
Of whispered promises and forgotten dreams,
Of love found and love lost in endless streams.

Yet, amidst their beauty, there lies a touch of sorrow,
For their grandeur shall fade, come the cold morrow,
But as the leaves drift from their lofty heights,
They teach us acceptance; they teach us delights.

For in their graceful fall, we find solace anew,
A reminder of life's cycles, constantly askew,
And as we witness their dance in the autumn air,
We are reminded that change is both bitter and fair.

So, let us marvel at the falling leaves so grand,
Hold their fleeting beauty in the palm of our hand,
For in their descent, they carry the essence of time,
And in their whispering rustle, a poet's sublime.