Cosmohydraulics

Some old idea echoes
Amid stars, rides
Nightfall down and 
Rapids into sea.
An illusive light
Of things to be (f)rollicks
In our destiny.

Saturday I Sang

Saturday, I sang to a
Baby. I sang notes.
She sang back to me,
Then fell asleep.
Each note keeps its
Own indelible length
And gentleness is
Our greatest strength.

Anticipating Autumn

Sunlight heating our
Dry back pavers:
Summer exhaled 
Into colder, rarified air,
Scent, events signed into
Rills, veins,
Constricting stems--
Leaf-filled fissures,
Menhirs, warlockstones and
Old paths up the escarpment.
Against ground and time
Sharper light gilds rose leaves
And remains there.