the laundry

The Laundry

I help my mommy sort the clothes
by burrowing through them
with my nose

One time I snoozed and started to spin
Oh no – the washer! Mom
threw me in!

in autumn

in autumn

a crackling, dancing fire
the scent of orange and cloves

flannel sheets and glowing lights
and socks to warm the toes

baked apples with brown sugar
and sweet potato pies

homemade stews and cider brews
and snuggling on cold nights

these i love in autumn
with you here by my side

a walk

a walk

I asked my mommy to go for a walk
along my favorite trail

She’s asked my old daddy to tag along
And daddy moved his tail

I guided my parents straight through the woods
with perfect four-pawed drive

Fending off bunnies and nut hurling squirrels
I got them home alive!

pumpkin patch

today i picked a pumpkin

today i picked a pumpkin
and carried it myself

i couldn’t wait to get it home
and carve it (with some help)

should i make it smile
or grimace like a ghoul?

it doesn’t matter anyway
my pumpkin is so cool!

throw the leaves

throw the leaves!

throw the leaves!
throw the leaves!

crispy, crackly, crunchy fun

throw the leaves!
throw the leaves!

make them shimmer in the sun

throw the leaves!
throw the leaves!

watch them twirl and glide

throw the leaves!
throw the leaves!

here comes mom – let’s hide!

autumn

autumn

air refreshed
trees transformed
rustling leaves tumbling ’round

golden light upon the bark
of maple, oak and elm

quiet walks by rippling waters
splashing over stones

soft blue sky
branches sway
amid the winds of change

the hallway

the hallway

down the long hallway,
he enters

the only sound – the beating
of his heart

and his footsteps

as he passes by the
open rooms

on his left and his right,
they are filled with
light

streaming through the
open windows

shining bright blue
and gold

he stops to close
his eyes

and feel the soft
breezes that
dance

across
his face

a violin begins to play

he walks towards
the sound

the music is sweet
and strong

it grows even stronger
now with the
sound

of spraying water

as he turns into
the very last
room

and sees the dazzling
light and

flowers
everywhere

she is there

“it’s ours!” she cries, “all ours!”

“our mansion by the sea”

a poem

a poem

a poem, a prayer
a promise, a word

an image, a color
a sight never heard

a window, an ocean
a starship, a star

a journey, a memory
wherever you are

a moment, a movement
a question, a sign

a painting, a picture
of what’s left behind

a story, a landscape
a sunset, a dawn

a whisper, a silence
that breathes a new song

all ducks

all ducks

all ducks should
wear hats

they would look
oh so stylish

donning baseball caps

you would turn and see
them smiling

every time they
quacked

because you noticed
their hat

and you would
smile back

the astronomer

the astronomer

searching through
the night

the astronomer
peers

into the outermost
deep

pulsing orbs
exploding lights

the ends of the
universe reach

below the observatory
all are asleep

in unlit homes

dreaming dreams
that meet

beyond the
farthest star