calm was the day

in the clear autumn light no lies inhere
the greens reds golds browns all are warm
not yet praise time is the outlook sere

nothing today can mask the scents of fear
that come from beings that have lost their form
in the clear autumn light no lies inhere

too soon we know will come the season drear
when grey and leaden skies will be the norm
not yet praise time is the outlook sere

the nights too long for too long will we bear
the cold of winds and ragings of the storm
in the clear autumn light no lies inhere

days that are short the heavy clothes we'll wear
that hateful hated winter's uniform
not yet praise time is the outlook sere

not now the thoughts of the dark things to hear
as the mind's lumpiness at last we reform
in the clear autumn light no lies inhere
not yet praise time is the outlook sere

good morning

october morning
nothing here to understand
warming the weather

to burst the heart

naught moves the light is soft and does not blind
the air is still as if waiting for some sign
beyond us now the clouds seem almost kind
the day is cool but still exquisite fine
i lean backwards i know i have too much
to do this day too much to think about
i know i need a soft and loving touch
what whirls about my mind i know is doubt
air of this land for once does not have weight
it does not stifle at the peak of day
i know that what i fear is not my fate
though nerves it seems are always wont to fray
the time has come to choose or rise or fall
the powers at last will come when once i call

marking papers

these words together don't mean all that much
their import is that today i am at last too tired
to do much more than look and then to touch
with energy i'm not now filled nor fired
i've seen what they can learn i know they try
but this for them is just a passing stage
i want their words to soar their minds to fly
i want the sense to dance upon the page
but if it doesn't i still have no choice
i have to read and seek to understand
i have to hope that each will find their voice
that they will come out better from my hand
young people they all are with futures bright
i hope that they are not too dazzled by the light