The Myriad Colors of the Evening 

Reflect in Your Eyes

The Setting Sun is Warm

As Lovers Breath

Natures unspoilt Beauty

Mirrors in You

Soon the Stars will be Out

And the Dark Sky

Will Shimmer 

With Passion

 Dried up Flowers of Fall

Leaves having sucked

All their Blood

Turn Red

And Crumply

The Wind rustles through 

And shakes me Up

Soon it will be a Barren Landscape

With Grey Skies

And Trees that Refuse to Bend

 And there you have it 

A Brand New Day

Dawn breaks

And lights up the evidence

Of the Battle

The night before 

Glad you are done 

Licking Your Wounds

Counting all the Hurt

And as you Leave the Battle field

Remember all  

That you carry Within

It always comes with you

No matter what direction your steps 

Take 

 Amidst the sharp edges of the city

And the dull waves of the bay 

Somewhere there lies

The answer 

But I must find the question first

And that my dear friend is

The dilemma 

Of my existence 

 The cells in my body 

And your body

Bombarded by free radicals

Under oxidative stress 

Breakdown

And regenerate 

Driven by a cosmic rhythm

On the surface 

Things are calm

Your Beautiful face 

Radiant smile

The warmth of your Touch

 I was writing  me a poem

About the Harvest Moon

And then I realized 

That it’s November 

And the moon is now the Beaver Moon

And that Beavers are wet and Cold

And often Stink

Even though like all animals 

They are lovely 

And like all animals

Get Trapped/Hunted Down

At night

Under the  moonlight

A thought came to me that

If God were to arm All Animals

The Hunters could become the Hunted

 The Glass Vase

Came down with a force 

Shattering Everywhere 

Across the Floor

Wounded Flowers

Strewn Lifeless

I step in

Barefoot 

And Pick them all

One by One