A Place To Be

Newly fallen golden leaves join

leaves of years past, now stiff and brown. 

There was a time when they were fresh and green,

their place made possible

by other golden leaves that, in time,

released their hold and found a new place

in the ever-changing order of things.



Primary Aspiration

I want to meet each moment

as a friend.

 My presence is needed.


(With thanks to Sylvia Boorstein)

Pass And Fail

When I default to blame,

I fail to see

“de” fault may lie with me.