A Day in Autumn

A poem that feels like fall to me.
A Day in Autumn-
After the summer’s yield, Lord, it is time
to let your shadow lengthen on the sundials
and in the pastures let the rough winds fly.
 
As for the final fruits, coax them to roundness.
Direct on them two days of warmer light
to hale them golden toward their term, and harry
the last few drops of sweetness through the wine.
 
Whoever’s homeless now, will build no shelter;
who lives alone will live indefinitely so,
waking up to read a little, draft long letters,
and, along the city’s avenues,
fitfully wander, when the wild leaves loosen.
 
-Rainer Maria Rilke

Love Is What We Say It Is

Money is what we say it is

Paper or power or both

Life’s meaning is what we say it is

Winter’s stagnation or spring’s green growth

God is what we say it is

The center or nature or the all

The season is what we say it is

The heat of summer or cool colors of fall

Love is what we say it is

Passion or desire or hope that binds

Struggle is what we way it is

Something to overcome or accept in our minds

Rebirth is what we say it is

A continuation or the world born anew

The new year is what we say it is

May it ruminate quietly or speak in volumes through you

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

Snow Peas

In the morning

There is a chill

In the air

Slowly I move

Outside

The sun is

Peaking over

The horizon

And the fog

Is dissipating

Slowly and

Surely

Across the dirt

Road

Is the garden

Deer sit quietly

Eating the

Snow peas

Thankful they

Grow so well

In the chilly

Weather

I think to chase

Them away

Then consider

Pantry is full

Canning is done

I will let them

Enjoy the sweet

Crisp taste in

Peace

Before winter

Comes again

Gene G. McLaughlin 2005