House-Warming Party (a poem)

Floods of memories slap me
as I walk the neighborhood,
epiphanies connect obscure
stars in my mind’s galaxy –

birds chirp, my feet patter on paths
amid tree-lined streets and greenery
of springtime,
the earth changing, imperceptibly,
preparing to host summer
like a house-warming party –

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Autumn Days (a poem)

red & gold leaves, crisp air tell me

autumn is here – they crunch under my feet

smoky smell of a firepit wafts through

the neighborhood, pumpkins on porches,

hot coffee in cold hands – walking in

golden sunlight, slight shiver when

the north wind blows, a football is thrown

high in the air – jump! snatch it!

snatch onto autumn days

they don’t last long

(Photo by Dennis Buchner on Unsplash)