The Anniversary

Shouldn’t that have told you something,
when the speckled leaves gave amber to the ground
and you turned to seek advice from all around
and found none.

Shouldn’t you have realized
that the ragged Autumn was your only friend,
though its message in the end
was too late understood.

Not till the last, the very last,
and the anniversary had come to pass.

Now you tread another message with your shoe,
notice that your hand grows speckled too.

[first posted 27 Sept. 2013]

headland 1

there will be time for reading books
and time for sitting on the grass
time for looking at the shadow cast
by the house
we lived in as children

there will be time to pick up pebbles
by the sea
and if that is not enough
for you and me
time to wander further out than that
over to the headland
where there are flecks of light flickering
and people gathering on the beach
to look at the fallen man

but now time is upon us
and things must be made ready