Tastes like autumn

somewhere in the intersection of leaves fallen 
yet not turned in color
and the lakeside grass that smells of muddy green,
campfires burn of ruddy brown,
and the mid-morning sun sounds boldly yellow
amidst the wonder of blue.
this autumn taste is what i crave
where the breeze meets my face
just close enough
i feel its breath
and i reclaim mine.


Saturday nothing

nothing like a lazy saturday morning
with my girl
freshly pressed strong cuppa in one hand
she sitting on my lap
as we gaze at the dancing leaves 
that mesmerize us with their shadows 
against the mighty woods
and she insists, 
tell me a story about your life


Blue memory

bouquets of blue daisies in the river
shades of cornflowers, soft skies and cool springs
burning wishes 
my prayers float into the sea, into the sun
this daughter's love for you
swells like the forever jersey ocean waves
reflected in my mind's eye
and every butterfly that stops by
stops me in my tracks
hello hope