October 27, 2009

My second teenhood,

wanting only the freedom

that will never come.

October 26, 2009

Leaves float down as I

turn my manuscript pages,

each just letting go.

October 21, 2009

Phillip off to work,

guitar not briefcase in hand,

music in his head.

October 20, 2009

Bright autumn skies viewed

from the basement over a

bright computer screen.

October 19, 2009

Lines and pages stacked.

Editing now in earnest.

Deadline approaches.

October 15, 2009

Cold rain and warm stove

simmering stew and soup pots,

warmth from inside out.

October 14, 2009

Houseplants, moved indoors

like children called to their naps,

stare out the window.

October 8, 2009

Ready to receive.

We are ready to depart.

Comings and goings.

October 7, 2009

Trees behind the school

have learned their autumn lessons.

Best stop on the red.

October 6, 2009

One pound of taffy
makes me happy. Eli, you
better hurry home.

October 6, 2009

My cup runs over,

but still I thirst for something

that's not in bottles.