“ Taking Leave ” ~ on autumn’s eve ~


Wouldst take my leave

On autumn’s eve,

When hue of winter

Finds fall perceives,

Fashion a whisper

Of winter’s weave,

Will have us surrender

To the pallor it conceives!

                                                         ode to a passing summer



“ More Time ” ~ a growing thirst ~

I’ve ardent thirst

For time,

That grows

With passing days,

The more to taste

What I had failed

To so indulge,

All I did waste,

Knowing not later   

There’d be a day,

I would so thirst

For but a taste,

Of want more time!