this last september day

this last september day is bright
with the long hot summer gone
and winters breath riding
on the wind
i know that one more step
has taken
flight

as i look out
my broken window pane
and see the
last of flowers bloom
my garden takes it's time to sleep
the long winter
hides and seeks
to begin
again

this day is beautiful and clear
the air is fresh
and sunny days abound
my soul
wanders in the memory of then
imagination rends my heart
and then
i simply wish for one more year
one more
each year
one more
like the fading call of the song sparrow
the last breath of the yellowing larch
one more year
just one
with the glory and the sadness
the exaultation
and the laughter
the expectation
and the dream
of heaven
in the crook of my
arm
to see my children on their paths
to watch my garden grow at last
to hold
each year
in my heart
this single wish
give me one more year
one more
and when it's time for
shade and rest
let it come like the ozoned lightning
let it come as in this dream
of
one more year
then i shall
dream on.....

aging me

this aging thing
creeps in
slow erosion
i am being reclaimed
inevitable time
moves through me
like thick rich
love
and i
open armed
swept away
look
into the light
of the next
i am blind
afraid
comforted
determined
to go
a single
many colored
sail
out to the blue sea
of ending
into the bright ocean of
beginning