Landscape




Half the trees have lost

Their leaves to October breezes

Trunks and branches re-appear

I remember fresh green buds

Some of a few were snowed on

A perfect close up photo

A bud with melting snow crystals

A mental image to keep

Simple sample to enjoy

The crunch of leaves

Soon muted by snow



JM

Not Magic

There is work to do
 With these easy words
 A path in the darkness
 Is only good in the dark
Still, best to keep a map
Just in case

 With these easy words
 Just in case
 There might be a revival
 Of good old penmanship
A reinvention of the page
The art of writing letters


 Just in case
 The art of writing letters
The motion of creation
Not yet landed
 Will need this repetition
 Will need this repetition

JM

Invite The Bell

All the people came around
Love had struck again
This was not the first time
Wholly unverified
Yet testified beyond words
A reverberation of change
Passed and past alone
Into a low large bell
Not hiding or silent
Unfolding compassion tones

JM

Curtains Up

Cool for the real show
Steady as a rock
Slipping through calendars
Picking my own lock

Seventy or eighty numbers
Stood surrounding me
No order I could cipher
Would make them really be

Some now will come soon
Again some voice will tell
Confusion has an ending
A beginning just as well

I do go slow, though
Faster in my brain
Cool for the real show
Starting over again

JM

Funeral

My body slowed like a rock
The clock crawled to a stop
Simple pounding thoughts played
The cadence over riding the phrase
Doom of a bad news day loomed
How soon will it go, and where?
The scene of a roomful of people
Saying good bye to one

JM