9/10/2022 – that niggling thought

I can’t but doubt that my footfalls
Will stand the test of time
Will hold up ‘neath the summer squalls
And with the hist’ries rhyme

And yet there is that niggling thought
Within the crowded mind:
That one man’s struggles really ought
Not live when he has slipped his earthly bind.

9/9/2022 – a haiku

At last the air cools
As nature’s babes grow taller
Wary of the fall

Let it be said of me
That I walked with purpose
Loved with abandon
Delved recklessly
Learned much
And learned yet more

Let it be said of me
That I lived
Fearlessly and fully
With you by my side

Better late than never, right? Better yet: I didn’t give you a poem yesterday, so you get two today!

In your footprints I step
Wondering
If the ground felt the same
When first you stepped there

Here at the world’s edge
We peer off t’ward the unknown
Our eye-fires kindling

I hear the distant sounds of bright
Machines of earthly hand
At all hours of the quiet night
My focus sounds demand

I wish for chirping crickets then
Instead of crashing things
For music made by careless men
Pales next to that of strings

Let us collect leaves
And with them make a rainbow
Earth reflecting sky

There is a comfort
In storms
A sudden solace
An unexpected peace
In the wrath of the heavens
Coming down upon a world
Oft undeserving of itself

Let me wander, wondering
What wondrous songs the world might sing
If sand lines that mean not a thing
Were left to fray like hempen string

Lay me by water
Somewhere under shady trees
They can sing to me