october

yellow leaves, bright crisp morn,
hot mist rising from wood-chips
left by the parkway.

bank buildings

a humbling gray,
descends upon proud 'scrapers,
a ceiling of clouds.

smiles of autumn

today is better.
i find myself more content
with smiles of autumn.

let go

i need to become
friends with my doubts, questions,
and fears, and let go

question in the night

my infinite list
of tasks i wanted to do.
can I still do some?

response

do not waste your time
waiting on what you cannot
instead create, now!

unresponsive

waiting on email
hoping to see from a friend
but nothing is there