I Begin in Autumn

There was light
one day
that lit
my way.

There were leaves,
reds and golds
that blew down
amber roads.

There were birds
that sang
as school
bells rang.

There were coats
pulled tight
because the wind
would bite.

Cheeks turned to apples
and noses would sniff
at the autumn air
Oh, how I miss the whiff
of the brownstone chimneys
exhausting burnt pine
and the corner bistros
that served coffee and wine.

There were squirrels
digging
throughout the park.
And gas lamps
flickering
as it grew dark.

Taxi's and other cars,
headlights all a glow.
And conversations
turned of snow.

There were hot meals
cooking
and tastes to explore.
Bread puddings, and roasts
mashed potatoes galore.

And the colleges
brimming
with students
so smart.

Young love
always blooming;
thieves stealing
young hearts.

And oh, such a longing
at this time of year,
to wish upon what was;
but it's gone,
I fear.

Still in this season
when most nature dies,
hope springs eternal
and moistens my eyes.

Yes, this is my season
if not my true place.
Sitting out west
but to the east I always face.

Bring me the briskness
the thoughts all anew,
the morning frost,
and the sunsets' hue.

Bring back the laughter
the warmth of the chill.
Styrofoam cups of hot chocolate
liable to spill
across cobblestone sidewalks
where bikes try to pass,
where there is importance
and purposefulness,
and people move fast.

Package the bottle,
let me breathe it all in.
for Autumns' not the ending,
it's where I begin.

Goodnight Dream Lover

Summers' day
and summers' first night
Summer's heat
no delight.

He walks alone
down heated roads.
He carries burdens
worn like clothes.

He calls to strangers
he once called friend.
Seems they've moved on
though, they said, "it'll never end"

He wanders places
he used to haunt
and muses over
the things he used to want.

All gone now

dreams have closed
his imperfections
have been exposed.

Summertime
is not his best.
Weary to the bone.
Finds no comfort in rest.

Karma, plays a role
no doubt.
For now he wanders
empty within and still without.

Dreams deferred
another day.

Passion filled nights
have gone away.

Goodnight dream lover,
with summers' soft kiss.
In time you'll discover
all that I now miss.

Where did you put the Music?

I saw you come.
I saw you go.
I could have stopped you,
but I didn't know.

Where did you put the music?
Why did you hide it from me?
You know without you and my music,
I suffer in quiet misery.

Where have you put the rhythm,
I can not find the notes.
Why must you scream a siren's song
to the things I wrote?

I can not hear any music
since you've gone away.
Now that you have left me,
I've nothing left to say.