Fall Colors

The leaves are more beautiful in death  than their finest days in green

A slow descent their final breath so peaceful and serene

Who knew their hidden colors or ascertained their worth

Yet every leaf a royal heir the moment of its birth.

Daydreaming

I'm stuck in an afternoon meeting, 

my mind adrift on the sea,

when I notice my friend the spider 

on the wall near a quarter past three.

He crawls past the clock to the ceiling

and traverses across to the screen

Drops down on a filament four feet long

Crisscrossing the projector beam.

No one seems to notice 

his short and silky ride

But I see his shadow dangling

in the top of the PowerPoint slide.

Something greater

Something greater than my warm cocoon

calls me from my slumber to return to

a world that is not a friend of creatures

learning to fly on new found wings.

Before the dawn I rise and drink

freely from the fountain 

emboldened to face the new day.

Anniversary Haiku

Restlessly awake
I lie in bed and whisper
Your name so sweetly

Transparency

If our sins were worn like clothes for all the world to see,
what would I think about you, and what would you think about me?
If our thoughts were written on our shirts, our pants, and our shoes,
would I still be your friend, and would you be a friend I'd choose?

Heart of Stone

A rock is not so different than a human heart
Both are shaped and molded by fire and ice, and wind and wave.
Each bears the marks of suffering, triumph, joy, and sorrow.
Life's journey is inscribed upon every jagged edge, crack, and scar,
every well worn, polished surface, and every brightly colored vein.
And the true beauty, the very essence, is found deep within.