advent of hope

november. the soul,
at rest, watches and awaits
at last, the advent

religious fanatic

judging all, I wait.
like noah, I will be saved
come the flood. I know.

politics as usual

hate, smears, half-truths, lies,
fear of the wrath of rapture...
where is love?... of God?

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