Poems from1 through 9
I am as Old as Mountain
I am as old as a mountain
and nevertheless not
I am as old as a lake
and nevertheless not
I am as old as the trees
and nevertheless not
I am as old
and nevertheless not
then I am not as old
and nevertheless
then I am not
and nevertheless
I am . . .
There is a Stillness
There is a stillness
which stretches out
within the silence
it hovers and
bathes the human
spirit with
chilled wind
fortifying
a desolation
and anxiety
to the brink
of fear
There is a stillness
which reaches
within
without silence
it lives in
the caverns
of the heart
it showers us
with warmth
believing in
what we are
and casts
the radiation
of love . . . now
There is a stillness
which emanates
into completion
it consoles
us and
helps us to
meditate and
understand
this is a
joy this
is a salvation
this is life
There is a stillness
that occurs
which transforms
us
the change is
time
and it passes by
this interloper
it interposes
and then we
await
this stillness
that closes
we were
My October Child
The sun is dry in clear
Crystal light
With etched shadows of
Purplish blue
Against the chromed warm
Light fixed on the landscape
And hard reflexions or
The city scape
The heaviness of Summer
Gives way to new fragrance
The morning wet grass
The dew dropped 1 eaves
And bushes
The smell of early morninc
Haze
The chill of the air mixed
With the scent
The new position
of the stars
The rising of the sun and
Its setting create new
Patterns of light and time
The evening becomes sooner
The morning becomes later
Long shadows begin in the
Morning
And the noon sweeps by
As fast as it came
Yes is the change
Of a season
And the Autumnal Equinox
Has approached
An October child is about
To appear
This occurence is a
Recurrence and it
Is perennial
She is all of the things
That determine the
Fall
The Autumn is my beginning
Of the year
The summer the end
It is a birth not
A death of nature
It is the harvest of
Life
The fruit and nut of
Humani ty
That comes to this season
It is the season of colour
A hue that before was
Never seen
Richness in umbers, reds
Golds, browns, siennas and
Deep moss and burnt colours
From the sun
The mere metamorphosis of
Time is in nature's hold
And appears in apparition
A vision of beauty
A feeling of comfort
A sense of communication
It appears as my
October child
The Picture as a Child
Do you remember
the painting on the wall
above the trunk strewn with
a tapestry woven shawl
depicting Daniel in the
lion's den
it was a fall view of
the forest
a forest you have never seen
never been and never walked through
its thick trunks
its narrow trunks
silhouetted against
the amber gold mellow
tanned oranged parched
surfaced leaves
why was it chosen
why was it there
what will it mean
how often have I
since walked through this scene
An Awakening of a Child
Immersed from the womb of its own
sees, thinks, aware not of
the world and its desires
An awakening of a child:
resumes the breath of its new
habitat showered by a grown
graduation of time
without a thought to expire
An awakening of a child:
now takes form, grace . . .
of youth
with a panging intuitive thought
of love be loved
An awakening of a child:
now succumbs to knowledge
a bite of an apple a piece of lace
the stage of youth and adolescence
an obvious awareness of truth
An awakening of a child:
confronted now with womanhood
never ceasing the want of love
motherhood affection vanquishes not
metamorphosis merely takes to soul
An awakening of a child:
with the same vascular, pulmonary
yet a new connotation
a mate of perfection takes its toll
An awakening of a child:
looks now with a different eye
original thought
the spiritual ... emotional have
taken a new physical encasement
... love persists
An awakening of a child:
has taken the roll of its origin
motherhood now it's procurement
a womb of a womb
An awakening of a child:
a womb of a womb, bearer of a bearer
a love of a love, thought of a thought
the child has grown
a child of its own . .
This is an awakening of a child
Once Upon a Decade
Once upon a decade
it is autumn
it is cool
it is colour
it is clear
it is fog
it is autumn
once upon a decade
Does autumn
does the fall
come every year
perhaps
but for me
autumn appears once
every decade
Once upon a decade
it is fall
fall is feminine
fall is beauty
fall is love
fall is the first snow
on the mountain tops
fall is green to brown
fall is brown to red to yellow
fall is the light of crystal
the delicate lace patterns
of frost on the grass
fall is the sound of
leaves crushing under foot
Swirling in the wind
in circular patterns
never finding the right
resting place
fall in the mountain
lakes receding
the rivers' level lowering
a love blooms
The evening shadows in the early
afternoon
play their light and dark
from the multicoloured trees
formulating the palette
of umbers and gold with
the inebriating reds of
life lingering from the
summer that was
the evening shadows in the
afternoon
send their forms on what
was youth from birth
to a full summer of
adolescence and adulthood
they are no longer long
days or variations of
shadows but long shadows
on shorter days variety
is over the summer of
life utilized the variations
The evening shadows in the
afte afternoon n
are symbolic of the autumn
of life
winter awaits with nary
a trace of spring to
enter the equinox
vernal gives way to autumnal
the autumn of life
has arrived
To Have What I Thought I Would Want
To have what I thought I would want
is another reality
to want what I thought I could have
is another reality
what other than that which one could or would
to have or have not
is but human
to see what I thought I could see
is another reality
to hear what I thought I could hear
is another reality
oh my senses play
in another reality
as my emotions play
in another reality
to have lived what I thought I would live
is another reality
to have lived what I thought I could live
is another reality
at this to threshold
I have witnessed
a paradigmatic experience
My Place in Space
My place in space
has no time
for space is infinite
the place in space
is timeless
and indeterminate
I have chosen the
place
in a space that
was given
this space is
a point
between life and death it is everyman's space
but everyman does
not choose his place
in space
Winterset
When winter sets
upon the meadows
upon the pastures
upon the trees
When memories set
upon one's mind
upon one's soul
upon one's heart
It is a year that
has left us
and others before
the winterset
When love sets
upon the senses
upon the body
upon the experience
When time sets
upon the world
upon the people
upon
It is a year that
has left us
and others before
the winterset
When sadness sets
upon my thoughts
upon my touch
upon my dreams
When you have set
upon my place
upon my being
upon my emotions
It is a year
that has left us
and others before
the winterset
When winter sets
upon my memories
upon my love
upon my time
upon my shadows
you have set
as winterset
End of Part I