Fight your way through darkest night
Sacred flight from all your cares.
Go home to warmth and skies of blue
Where sunsets fade, and glory flares.
Ode to Fall
When the breath that catches in my throat
Finds shelter in the chilling wind,
And summer’s blazing fury yields
To heralds of the fall,
Mem’ries old of friends and kin
Birthed anew I remember,
Then they disappear in shades of grey
‘Ere the sylvan whispers of September.
The Way of Things
The days grow longer with deeper shadows
Casting shade ‘neath trees with fickle leaves
Which soon will sunder all bonds of friendship
To fall and rest in earth’s embrace.