Throughout A Life Repeats, Repeats

Love is as the winter rose
velvet tips in stark repose
with crimson bloom against bone white
fragrance hangs in pale moonlight

Love is as the summer breeze
soft caress or heated tease
with promises upon the wind
that time nor temperature rescinds

Where beauty lies without such things
well caught within the tone of rings
entombed within a lustful gaze
or gifted by a child's embrace

Love is all this and even more
its peal resounds on distant shores
with breadth and depth in every beat
throughout a life repeats, repeats

Rust Ochre and Crimson

lying forlorn
twisted with rust ochre and crimson
a sheen on her cooling remains
each surrender to the setting sun
becomes shorter more defined
and her mood darkens
June has come and gone
and September steels in with
cold fingers crystallizing
golden honey on a spoon

Missing In Action

sitting in a field
empty cornstalks rustling
cold crisp feeling wraps me tight
summer's done

big yellow moon hangs high
peaceful and oblivious to the
changing seasons
her tug only felt as tides

waves of geese
sitting expectantly
their long necks straining
looking south for warmer climes

one two three a dozen suddenly
take to the air enforce
like an arrow pointing the way
their call-to-arms mournful

stragglers fly aimlessly looking
for their corps their squadron
MIA until a temporary commander
swoops by tethering them to his wing

cold straw and forgotten cobs
insects living listlessly before succumbing
a far cry from the fatted birds of summer
their timing and instincts delayed

my flights of fancy earthbound
my wishes tethered to their wings
as they answer the primal beat
of annual migration
 

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