your voice beckons me now
to my backyard, in Canada
where each autumn
I compose a poem

the leaves of yore since forgotten
trampled by winds crushing speed
up into the air leaves are blown
high above the trees
where beyond ,
they could never have reached,
ere there had been no autumn…

the colours manifests on my mind’s wire
as I see myriads of them
my drooping eyes admire

The dark room

The darkness closed about my form
In think, there were my fellow travellers
They closed the spaces between our ways
A common bond let feelings flow.

We tried to think of things
Something you all should know
All things became muddled
As many wanted their way to go

Then peace took over,
Where pure thought could rule
Tell them, tell them, they need to know
Though it is not for us to say.

I await the coming frosts of fall
having tired of summer's heat.
I long to hear coyote's call
and the crunch of running cloven feet.

Let me see the woods ablaze,
trees colored with the shades of fire
as leaves announce their final days
and greens fade as their times expire.

I yearn to hear trumpeting fowl
flying south in shifting vees,
the evening call of a barred owl
drifting on a slight cool breeze.

" God moves in a way my thoughts couldn't fathom...
just one thing I know is that in every wish my heart desire
in every love my dream have written
in every tear from eyes have crafted

from every joy and love I've experienced
He's the reasons of it....
from all hatred once in my heart stayed
He washed even my guilt

as God created my own desire
He also created the trials I must face"