Falling Leaves


Falling Leaves


We fall like leaves touched by winter

chasing summery dreams,

sliding on fleeting illusions of love

and life among other things.

We glide with grace

towards the comforting ground

accepting a passing of seasons.

And in the midst of our fall

sometimes we question the reasons

for whatever is we found,

tempting our will to embrace

and hold on to eternal summer

as we helplessly fall

like leaves touched by winter-


December 2018

“Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself.”

― Tori Amos






Don’t ground yourself too hard

take time to dream

to travel far,

and let your love arise

across the bluest skies

transcending who you are,

a creature made of light

steady shining bright

above the brightest star-


December 2018

“And as she ripens,

She radiates happiness and serenity,

She glows like the summer sun,

And she generously leaves a trace of shine behind,

For those who have none”

― Charmaine J Forde

A Decay of Dreams


A Decay of Dreams


Oh, my days slowly pass in a haze

in a bud encompassing my dreams

that may sprout late in spring-

And this cycle of life

pulls me hard like a string

that may break any moment

while the wheels faster spin

in a fruitless pursuit.

I just want to reboot,

to transform into something anew

where my dreams are not stale

and this heart not as frail

as it lately has been.

Where my life flows in pace

without needing to chase

after leftover dreams-


November 2018

“Harmony makes small things grow. Lack of it makes big things decay.”

― Sallust

Death Knocks in Hallow Night


Death Knocks in Hallow Night


A shift in weather brings a chill

in nights of ghosts and ghouls

and some who seek a yearly thrill

of sudden screams and scares.


Play we do with truth and dares

if death may be at your front door

hands stretched across long stares

for candy is not what she may want.


And when my time it’s up I can’t

but she won’t wait another day

across the doorway a bony hand

will grab my soul and disappear.


So in hallow nights another year

full of candy and scary children

I seek no thrills when well I know

death one night will knock I fear.


October 31, 2018

“Tis the night—the night

Of the grave’s delight,

And the warlocks are at their play;

Ye think that without,

The wild winds shout,

But no, it is they—it is they!”

― Arthur Cleveland Coxe

A Weed Among the Roses


A Weed Among the Roses


How dazzling this garden

dense with colorful flowers alluring my senses.

Sometimes I pause to rest in the shade by the roses

where the scent my soul cleanses

and entices my dreams to be one among them.

And I lay there content

watching clouds pass me by

 while my wishes far fly

wrapped in the sweetest scent.

But this flourishing place cannot breathe

with the weeds side by side

where their roots buried deep

may  smother the growth of these flowers,

and therefore I must pluck

from the roots,

all these dreams I let spread like the weeds

that grow wild among roses-


October 18, 2018

“They’re just weeds, love, they don’t belong anywhere.’ Her granddaughter stuck out her bottom lip and furrowed her brow.

‘That doesn’t seem very nice. Everything belongs somewhere.”

― Kathryn Hughes, The Letter

What’s Misplaced


What’s Misplaced


Oh how sudden we lose things,

misplace them between disappointments

and the unfulfilled days life brings.

And the sun shines bright, but my hand

shields realities that burns

like summer powdery white sand

on bared feet unprotected,

like hope or my dreams

misplaced or lost as life turns-


October 3, 2018

“It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.”

― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

The Order of Things


The Order of Things


Pieces, scattered…

We shape what we wish, what we dream,

let it grow into something

and become part of things,

of a life we desire-

Discontentment like fire

sometimes slow, sometimes fast

burns the paths we created

and we let it all consume-

And we drift, and we drift

because everything we hated

we created in the past,

and we break into pieces

all scattered…

Its so hard to let it go

knowing how it doesn’t matter

to remember anymore,

and we forge ever so slow

a new path laden with hope

and new things we come to love,

or at least what we desire

without knowing how we built

what later breaks-

But we cope and we cope

day by day,

and we wait, and we wait

for discontentment like a fire

sometimes slow, sometimes fast

burning paths we created,

leaving pieces all scattered…

We shape what we wish, what we dream-


September 2018

“Whenever a river reaches the ocean, it waits to go back.”

― Will Advise

“Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.”

― Henry Adams, The Education of Henry A