Walks In Autumn

As Autumn returns,
Leaves slowly fall before me
-death reminding me.

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A Place To Rest

Autumn in Old Granary
Photo:Edward S. Gault

Leaves fall in glory,

meandering down to earth

-many lay in peace.

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Weekend Snapshot

see also Forest River Creations

Autumnal Memory

Autmn Afternoons

by Edward S. Gault

Autumn Afternoons in 1969,

I would rush home from school;

running through lawns

grass pastelled with

red, yellow, and orange leaves.

They looked just like the ones

that we made in class that day

and taped in the window

for all to see.

Copyright 1983, 2008

For One Single Impression

see also Forest River Creations

Autumn Reflection

Walking by the lake,

I look out on the water

-In meditation.

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A Farewell To Summer!

Autumn chill returns
Like an old friend visiting
-hot apple cider.

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Been Riding The Roller Coaster?

What poor people? Where?!
Prosperity has no end
-stockmarket follies.

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Happy Birthday to Someone Very Special!

Blow out the candles
Build your castles in the sky

-make wishes, and fly!

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Photographic Memories

The photo of you
Is gone now, but still in mind
-dear beloved friend.

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Murphy's Haiku #39-College Days Series

Pop-test tomorrow,
Must read hundreds more pages!
-"cake" my roommate said.

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Run For Cover!

Storm clouds overhead
A violet mass of pastels
-tapestry in sky.

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View Of Huntington Ave.
For Weekend Snapshot
see also Forest River Creations

And Now For Something A Little Different

The Summer Of My Bean Plant
by Edward S. Gault

When
I was
a little boy,

our
teacher gave
us bean seeds

To
plant in
the small milk

cartons
we had
just used during

snack.
We put
soil in each

carton,
then buried
the seeds a

half
inch under
the surface. We

put
them all
in the window,

So
they could
catch the sun's

rays,
and grow.
We checked on

them
each day,
I can remember

seeing
the first
little leaf peaking

through
the dirt
in my carton.

It
seemed to
take forever-but

by
the last
day of school,

We
had tall
bean plants that

we
could take
home for the

summer.
I put
mine in the

window
of my
room facing the

backyard
where I
spent all my

time
when I
was not in

camp.
When I
came home,

I
found it
had wilted some

because
I was
not there to

water
it. I
took it out

to
the yard
and re-planted it.

I
could still
see it growing

there
from my
window. Its leaves

would
move with
the breeze, like

It
was waving-
saying thank you.

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One Single Impression: seeds
More about Hay (na) ku here

To Jack Powers, A Master Poet-Happy Birthday!!

Many poets bow
To the Master who lead them,
-who taught them the dance.

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To learn more about Jack Powers, visit the Stone Soup Poetry site.