Morning Commute

The shadow overtakes the foliage like a painter’s brush blotting the darker hues in the pallet.

Blots of deep green run across the leaves as they reach for the train.

The train is an infant’s mother. Rocking and rocking.

Heads bob along.

The loud hums of the engine drown out the sounds of the city.

My eyes scan the the storefronts, the outdoor cafes, the strollers and dog walkers.

What is on their agenda for the day?

With whom are they meeting?

Are they strolling through this autumn day or following a daily routine.

Music plays through my earbuds

Thoughts of daily deadlines swirl through my mind.

The announcement reminds me of my approaching destination.

My day begins as I long await another unraveling story during my evening commute.

Autumn Mornings

A dull golden crown surrounds me

laying atop it, billowy pillowy clouds

the evolution of morning enflames the clouds in bursts of scarlet

as I drive, behind me the morning sky glows pink

it awaits the arrival of a new day

my path in front explodes with volcanic cumulus blanketing the eastern horizon

behind the eruption the glow of morning is pushing its way anew

Coffee in My Kitchen

I am a prisoner of my daily routine

It pulls me, it drags me, it has a hold over me

Nothing else can be completed to be free

It is my drug to get me going, oh the caffeine

It percolates and grumbles

The aroma permeates my home

My mind awaits it as my eyes roam

Out the window the tree’s branch fumbles

The leaves wave to me through my screen

That first sip will ensure for all the day I am keen

Why I love Autumn

The pallet of reds, yellows, and oranges.

Reds I adore and treasure.

Sunlight begins to become foreign,

Yet continues her fight to be pleasured.

The air carries a calmness.

The rustle of nature’s wind chime

on the golden leaves is flawless.

Soothes me into the autumnal meantime.

The hues are reminiscent of the eternal goodnight,

Yet enticing and bring me delight.