Month: September 2021


to watch a child
gaze on a fallen leaf
is this the birth of art
what myriad
of new beliefs
does such intercourse impart?
Or is this moment
one of science
in not the what but why
is all but new
caught from
the unseen skies?
It matters not
I find myself
the question moot
for science, art, philosophy
are in the leaves
as one.


this mind allows no clarity
troubles hide beyond the light
I see the world in abstract hues
a harvest moon obscured by night
uncertainty moves as a cloud
across skies that were once clear
and truths that shone once like the stars
burn away as do the years,
thus unsophisticated rhymes
become as journal to the lost,
the memories and once beliefs
these years of waning moons have cost.