I love you Tommy
with that truth finally spoken
I can love my neighbors
the world is golden
leaves above and now below
October first
loons call
on Lake Mooselookmeguntic,
sunrise
my todays
cannot be fond memories
before they are
soaked in forgetfulness and
dried by the breeze of decades
in the silent place
humanity’s traffic
still intrudes
engine brakes
invade my stillness,
unwelcome
blue jays and loons
their calls a consolation
as I prepare to go
excited crows
almost drown out the jets
above me
teach me
to release mortality
and yet remain
gathered bush tits
celebrate autumn glory
singing hymns