Nature’s Calendar

a notch
for every age

with stories
known and unknown

a guess
from th’ evidence

imagination
from what’s missing

receptivity
of Her beauty

Brood for Thought

no despondence
over Future’s passing

a forecast riddle
a draw on a chess board
between faith and science

part of unborn Time’s evolution?
or gangplank into Nothingness?

best not to cerebrate
best to live for living

Tapestry Way

sauntering
th’ early evening

I am arous’d
by the beams
of sand
and sea
and sky

wishing
ere the sun sleeps
this moment
for the world

(photo: courtesy of my nephew, Joe Walters)

Halloween (from the Time Capsule)

Real Me at Poolside—
Other Me at Silver Temple—
Both of Me are beckon’d
by the chanting
of very young Aliens
with very sweet fangs:
“Trick or Treat!”

Rock Climber

He sees a mountain

He sees a jewel

He must embrace her

He is in Heaven

Writer’s Block

senseless ink
waltzing
on a blank canvas

to the song
of a dark ocean
teeming
with broken thoughts

until the puzzle pieces
crack the scribe
with a word

then an idea