Thursday, October 20, 2011


I hear the piano playing
see the sunset 
and smell the breeze 
wafting from the dragonfly’s wings. 

Springtime tells us stories 
that smell this sweet, 
and so does an autumn sunset 
of the horizonless lake 
as the waves say hello 
and our feet see the sand 
for all the trillion miracles 
that it has always been, 

eyes falling only to fly high 
again when the old mariner’s bell 

The light and the dark 
are brothers after all.


Charles Gramlich said...

I really like that ending. Brothers after all.

eric1313 said...

Kind of a yin yang eureka moment for me.

Glad you dropped by!

JR's Thumbprints said...

... each season gives us a sense of renewal.

eric1313 said...

Sometimes that's a false sense, sometimes it's more real than we know.

Good to see you here too, Jim. said...


It seems a long time since I'd had it.

eric1313 said...

It's hard to come by, even those who claim to have are often either mistaken or ignoring their own internal or external ruckus.

Good to see you Ivan.