Question

Is it a sign of Fall,
or the end of Summer, when
the scent of the pines
is no longer their sweat,
in the early heat of the day
but their sweet breath,
exhaling in delight
at the this fine, cool morning?

Dappled

Out the window
dappled bark on the sycamore
dappled sun on the bark
a brown leaf falling

In the Middle of the Night 083013

I rise in the middle of the night,
to read poems in the bathroom
until my restlessness finds accord
with reality.
When I finally turn out the light,
a unanimous darkness envelopes me.
It's OK, though.
My feet, in their blind wisdom,
know the way to bed,
and I return to your warmth, as a ship
returns to port after a perilous voyage.
You throw an arm across my chest,
like a hawser, mooring me
to the dock of you, drawing us together,
unti I am home, I am yours,
and finally, and once again,
at rest,
I once was lost, but now I am found.
It's OK, I murmur,
it's OK.