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2015-09-27

How sweet



O, how scrumptious-sweet this season's apples
picked by hand from heavy branches bowing down
and how bitter-fowl in a month or two
if left uneaten

2015-09-25

Basketful of apples



Out of sight ― a basketful of apples ―
imagined in my lap. 

2015-09-23

Blind be_Fall_en



rose bereaved, blind be-
fallen by Sun's departure

Happy Autumnal Equinox!
Welcome Fall 2015!

2015-09-20

At the old table

At the root
I acquire Grandmother's eye-
glasses wrapped in a handkerchief
place them on the old
kitchen table, watch them gaze 
at what she might have seen last
(with) her heart weakening
a wavering light abruptly quenched
some thirty years ago ―
through an open-wide window
a black bird in flight
a bare upside-down tree
planted in heaven by winter
dreaming of spring
to invert /



2015-09-18

What's left behind



We will gather again
at the old grandfather's table
as an ancient thread-
bare hand leads me forward
whence I came ―

By the grace of our age
and the blessing of an earnest soul
this does not end here
not now, not yet
(except the pain)

2015-09-09

Figs

(to my Grandfather)

One by one, seeds between my teeth
a handful of sapid figs straight from the tree —
melliferous drops sticking to my fingers
burning my lips, nature's goodness
biting my tongue —
.
Thank you, Grandfather!
Seldom are the things
you left behind, mostly rubbish
piling in the barn — rusted century-
old farming tools, twisted metal, warped wood
under decades of black dust) barren fields
once lavish-green, bent heavy with crop
tirelessly worked from dawn to dusk —
these are not
what have you remembered daily, but the promised
house you built from the ground —
a beating heart-h for the lives of others to happen
the laughs, the sorrows, the many
fruit-bearing trees you planted —
apples cherries pears plums
vines laden with clusters of crazy-sweet pearls
that one fig tree in the corner by the fence
reminds me of you, Grandpa, with fondness
as I pick a fig, fill my palm with season's ripeness
taste the heavens in my mouth, at the root
today tomorrow
each day at harvest I bow to you
and say: Thank you!
.
(and to myself: It's time. You must start planting.)