Gray World

low clouds, fog hiding tops of skyscrapers

The wind howls down empty avenues
And rattles against empty windows
No sun to see
No blue sky to hold
Just the empty streets
Beneath the gray sky
The creak of metal
Of long abandoned cars
And the whistle of wind
Through broken glass

A light flickers on
A woman laughs while her dog barks
Children hurry to buses
And adults chug their coffee
Little by little, cars roar to life
And bikes click down the street
Voices fill the street
And people hurry to and fro

The heat of the cars and people
Burn back the heavy clouds
Drowning out the mournful wind
With laughter and talk
The gray clouds linger
But no longer the focus
As the people talk to one another
Sharing hopes, dreams, and life together

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Fall

The smell of burn barrels in the morning air
The gentle breeze caressing skin
The crunch of leaves beneath your feet
The fresh smell that hangs in the air
The morning chill that thrills you
These are the things that I enjoy

The smell of pine or birch
Curled up with a book in hand
Watching the flocks of birds fly overhead
Enjoying a late night campfire
Hearing the nightly creatures
Or watching the stars wheel about
That is what I remember most

This is the season I most enjoy
Strolling in light clothes
Enjoying the day at hand
Without fear of heat or bug
Nor trudging through rain or snow
This is what I remember most
This is what I miss most

The Train

Beneath harsh light
Standing on formed stone
I wait
Hood pulled up
Bag held tight
The night grows long
And day is near
Yet the sky is gray
And the world is dark

Beneath flickering light
Standing on cracked stone
I wait
Busses creak to a stop
Others rumble off
Still I wait
By the rusty metal tracks
Alone
Without a friend or lover

Beneath white lights
Standing by worn stone
I wait
The rumble comes first
Shaking the ground
A shriek in the air
Heralds its coming
It rounds the corner
Screeching to a stop

Beneath soft lights
Sitting on hard seats
I wait
The city of my birth
Slowly fades away
Pulling my memories with
Like a bad dream
With one last whistle
I am finally free

The Worlds I Live In

Piled in corners
Stuffed in shelves
They lie still
Gathering dust
Falling into ruin
Sealed away in their covers
Are words written long ago
Hidden in their pages
Are worlds made long ago
Each one is different
Each one was once new
Each day I walk among them
Each day I pass through their pages
Leaving this world
Of pain and hurt
Of sorrow and regret
And escape to another world
Where inner demons can be fought
And purpose can be found
These are the worlds I live in
Not in the pages of sports or celebrities
But in the world of elves and swords
These are the worlds I choose to live in

Beauty of the City

Long had I held
That the city was ugly
With its monolithic giants
And shaped stone
Long had I thought
The towers as walls
And the highways bars
The smell of cars
And constant noise
Were hammers against my skull

But the night came
And I was filled with awe
Of the setting sun
Behind the sky line
Of the towers dressed in light
Or the rivers flowing through
In the quiet moment
The light shown
Softening the hardness of the city
Painting the sky with lights

There is beauty in the city
Through I find it hard to believe
Perhaps this place
Is not the prison I first believed

A Lazy Day

A lazy day today
No work to do
No task undone
Just the sun
And boating for fun
Maybe a photo or two
I ready to go
Yet the cry of child
Ruins it all
No game to watch
Or fish to catch
Just a child with homework
A mother stressed
And a white cat that’s now blue

The day passes by
The questions make no sense
Wife struggling
The cat can’t be found
And now the bath tub is cracked
Blue paw prints trail the house
And the ceiling is leaking
Now we find the homework is missing

Day is slipping by
The plumbings fixed
The homework is found
But the cat is still missing
And now the kid is blue
The wife is crying
And smoke alarm is wailing

Night is falling
The cat’s been found
But the kid is gone
The alarms are going
And dinner is burning
Anger is building
But then I remember the verse
To set the example

A deep breath
A quick prayer
And back at it
The paint can is found
And the cat is showered
With only twenty-three scratches
The smoke is gone
So is dinner

Eight o’clock
And the house is quiet
The child reads
And the cat preens
Dinner round two is done
And the leaking stopped
I didn’t catch any fish
But I did solve homework
And had a blue cat

I look to my wife
And give her a big grin
Is this what your week is?
She laughs and shakes her head
No, sometimes it is crazy

Heaven’s Lamps

orange moon against a black sky

The first thing I saw this morning
The last thing I saw this night
The first had no light yet shined
The second had no shadow yet casts shadows

A moment’s pause is all I have
To look upon those forms
With a child’s wonder
Long forgotten

Beneath their light
I thought and wondered
Beneath their path
I recalled and remembered

The first held mystery
The latter commanded fealty
One was the hope in the night
The other was relief in the morn

Throughout the ages
They dance through the sky
Often alone
But sometimes together

Throughout the ages
Old and young looked above
Some with awe
Others bowed in worship

Those two bodies
Have traveled through time
Those two bodies
Have counted the ages of man

Orange sunset with green field