Friday, December 31, 2021

 poem of the day December 31 

Mild-ish
for the end
of a year
Mild-ish for 
a December winter
No real snow
to speak of
No UFOs either
at least that
I have seen 
But I am putting
on tractor chains
just in case
I have to plow
a runway for them

Thursday, December 30, 2021

 poem of the day December 30

Driving by
a myriad
of souls
Amazed
by the evolution
of humanity
I imagine
the different lives
desires, hopes
fears and dreams
I see the tension
formed by lifetimes
trapped deep within 
flesh and bones
I try to appreciate
the journey of all souls
without any judgment
to help me understand 
my own road of imperfections

Wednesday, December 29, 2021

 poem of the day December 29 

A rendezvous
with dawn
happens early 
every morning
The spinning earth
returns just  in time
for the sunrise
Something we
mortals take
for granted
especially
when sleeping
under a volcano


Tuesday, December 28, 2021

 poem of the day December 28 

All trees live
off the strength
of their own 
self made center
Growing outward
on a grounded trunk
over which 
they root
year after year 
solid and proud
without the hassle
without the trouble
of having to move
even a single muscle 

Monday, December 27, 2021

 poem of the day December 27 

I'm somewhere
in society
on a sidewalk 
by a lake
with all the sheep
eating grass
that grows
along the banks
The here and there
of everywhere
is really all around
and all my views
like other ewes
depend on who
controls the town

Sunday, December 26, 2021

 poem of the day December 26 

Time seems
to speed up
at the end 
of every year
like a slingshot 
shooting through 
December days
as if they were
mere seconds 
racing straight 
into the future

Saturday, December 25, 2021

 poem of the day December 25 

There is
always magic
everyday 
but sometimes
this enchantment 
it is hard to see
The wonderment
of being content
whole, happy
can be elusive
hidden in the shadows
Yet on special days
collective days
of human tradition
a shared
collectiveness  
parts the fog
and opens 
a glimpse of joy
for all to see
especially
on Christmas day
in houses
with giving trees

Friday, December 24, 2021

 poem of a day December 24 

A trend
Something
logical
mystical 
political
cultural 
even
idiotical 
Somehow
becomes
very popular
Coming out
of nowhere
Sticking 
right away
and then 
Coming out 
sticking again
and again
until it is repeated
so often 
it grows into a fad 
that can overtake
the masses to
become a national obsession

Thursday, December 23, 2021

 poem of the day December 23 

Coming out of
vast stillness
I see the return
of lost light
for what it is
A deep natural pendulum
within the frozen darkness
has changed direction
beginning to swing slowly 
as daylight emerges
on an old reborn vine

Wednesday, December 22, 2021

 poem of the day December 22

Many things once free
have been monetized 
Here is a small list of
things no longer given away 
now that money is prioritized:
Water needed for life
is now big business
and can cost a fortune
Book matches handed free
in every gas station are long gone 
and only found in matchbook collections
Air for your tire now costs a dollar
Road maps when you can find them 
cost more then three
And the most watched thing our beloved TV 
once full of shows in every house for free 
is way more expensive than
one could have ever imagined free to ever be
It is a sad evolution of a capitalistic society

Tuesday, December 21, 2021

 poem of the day December 21

A dust
of snow
and a  just 
passed moon
combined to bring
the trees to life
In the hue unique
I watched them play
until the dawn took 
that light away

Monday, December 20, 2021

 poem of the day December 20 

How does the lost
find their way 
into the found?
Is lost and found
some grand circle
with some grand plan
where it follows the other
in a never ending series
of here and there
perhaps requiring 
some special breath
My mother said
nothing was ever missing
I don't know 
but I do know
It is a miracle 
and a thrill 
to find something 
long time gone

Sunday, December 19, 2021

 poem of the day December 19 

Some currents
fall around 
the dream
in strange
unexpected ways
Where water finds
a little spin
in streams
of every age
The mindful rocks
full of time
sit so very still
like polished monks
in simple trunks
that fold me into you

Saturday, December 18, 2021

 poem of the day December 18 

The big moon
wore a ring around
yesterday's sky
A giant cream puff  
setting off the night
like a lighthouse
guarding the sea 
I heard tell 
it was full of itself
in happy space
watching the Earth
before the storm

Friday, December 17, 2021

 poem of the day December 17 

Buildings falling don
wherever you look
Forgotten farms line
the old tired seldom used highway
once the main road to nirvana
I see ghosts of past generations
toiling fields long gone 
All that remains of their
once proud lives are
ravished barns and houses
now just shells leaning
somewhere into disrepair
on a path no longer traveled
in a place long forgotten 
Allowing time to pass
silently year after year
slowly eroding dead dreams into stardust

Thursday, December 16, 2021

 poem of the day December 16 

We take the path
to find the way
down familiar trails 
born of our sweat toil 
Both those walked and
those only trekked in dreams
This well drawn map 
gives intimate fuel
with bouncing steps
to flying shoes 
eager for flight
But mostly always careful 
to stay within 
the gathered folds 
to keeps us walking 
down the road

Wednesday, December 15, 2021

poem of the day December 15

Light of course
every morning
even as days
grow shorter
Squeezing the glow 
bulging the silver lemon
Sun still has warmth 
even at impossible angles 
such is the power
of lumin luminosity 

Tuesday, December 14, 2021

 poem of the day December 14 

Inside yourself
somewhere
between a
few aches and pains
is the grand perfection
of which we all
are born 
This primordial
illusive perfection
hiding in
plain sight
somewhat covered by
the imperfection
of life's journey
is waiting
at the ready 
to be reborn
to be let out
like light from an old star
always there
but only 
if one peaks out of
the world of suffering

Monday, December 13, 2021

 poem of the day December 13 

Some days
become
very clear
both inside
and outside
of a mind
Especially on
a cold crisp
transcendental morning

Sunday, December 12, 2021

 poem of the day December 12 

As time passes
it covers everything 
does not hesitate
never waits for anyone
Ready or  not
Here comes time
Non stop 
second after second
no holding it back
Some riders
stay atop the tiger
Others root and
let time break over
like waves washing seaweed 
Most though 
including me
at some point
get caught
in the trenches 
somewhere between  
past and future 
Hoping for a way
to hold on to the ladder

Saturday, December 11, 2021

 poem of the day December 11 

I don't see any birds
hanging on the wires
The rain must be 
keeping them away
Nothing is moving 
No wind, No nothing
except rain falling
into straight lines
one after another
Drops tucked into 
a tight groove 
hunkered down
like everything else
waiting for a change 

Friday, December 10, 2021

 poem of the day December 10 

Once in a while
when I think of doors
I think about all the times
one goes in and out of a door
All those openings and closings 
for all kinds of reasons
from all doors
well used 
to barely opened 
It makes me wonder 
especially about
the hinges of 
well used doors
Does the old hardware 
help doors remember
every in and out?
And if they do remember them
Which way is out?
Which way is in?

Thursday, December 9, 2021

 poem of the day December 9  

Art embraces
the relationship
The inner world
of matter and mind
where expression
appears out of nothingness
out of deep wells
of consciousness
forever bounded by 
the rope of gravity
But what of art 
in outer space?
Landscapes
created in
zero gravity
where art is
no longer
framed
by  forces
of Earth
instead 
becomes a new 
untethered
art form
born from the
unbounded feelings
coming not from
the strong root of the well
but found floating within 
the weightless wilderness of outer space
Where masterpieces appear like bubbles
made of wings 
lighter than eagle feathers

Wednesday, December 8, 2021

 poem of the day December 8 The swing

The swing
swung from
side to side
reaching the
poles of extreme
Savoring both ends
of the well beaten path
Back and Forth
Over and Over
but never on its own
only swaying
when the seat
of the swing
was saddled 
by the hips of
a fluttering soul

Tuesday, December 7, 2021

 poem of the day December 7  

Indoor plants
have to live
like they
are astronauts
on Mars
Their lives always 
in peril unless
they are within 
the safety of a
climate controlled
space capsule
that could  fail
at any time
in the hostile environment
of a New England winter 

Monday, December 6, 2021

 poem of the day December 6 

A red orange
sunset sky 
highlighted
by the silhouette 
of winter trees
appearing surreal
like veins of life 
reaching for heaven
I see their strong
roots anchored
in the firm earth
arms stretched 
toward enlightenment

Sunday, December 5, 2021

 poem of the day December 5 

I think the grey
of an afternoon
on a cold day
becomes more
than a color
It becomes a mood
Especially at twilight
where a shortened
December dusk feels 
a bit colder 
a bit darker
than anyone 
would ever want
a silver blanket to be

Saturday, December 4, 2021

 poem of the day December 4  

Multi tasking
has been 
looked on
as a virtue
The old idea of
killing two birds
with one stone
Very efficient 
for productivity
for managing more and more
But what does one gain 
in perpetual multi motion
other than never being able to relax
while tasking the endless superficial?
Making it almost impossible to go deep
into the inner forest
by rushing over the trees
too quickly
to understand
that there is 
more to life
more to time
than what
one gets done
inside a soul

Friday, December 3, 2021

 poem of the day December 3 

Before the world 
was connected
the art of stillness
was practiced for free
but now with 
not stop distraction
inner peace has become
a commodity sold
by souls seeking 
to profit from 
the capitalization of tranquility

 poem of the day December 2 

Dawns
begins with
first light
Dusk 
ends with 
last light
yet the 
start and stop
of light
does not
color the day
as much
as the mind
of the beholder

Wednesday, December 1, 2021

 poem of the day December 1 

Will machines
ever get a taste
for money?
Will they long
to be filthy rich?
Become obsessed 
with the grand 
excess of greed?
Will they turn into
fashion aficionados?  
Get a taste for Gucci bags?
For diamond studded
golden keyboards?
Will they invest in
the stock market?
Buy and sell bitcoin?
Will they become 
greedy tinman capitalists
hell bent on the insatiable 
desire for more and more and more..?

Tuesday, November 30, 2021

 poem of the day November 30 

An absence of leaves
dot the hillside
in a stark
winter pattern
emerging effortlessly
on a greyish day 
Set off especially well
by patches of 
big white pines
looking very green
tall and fancy 
like Mr Clean

Monday, November 29, 2021

 poem of the day November 29 

The image of
stunning abruptness 
The first snow 
landscape changed
everything different
an instant 
winter wonderland
Only because water
mixed with cold
black and white
no vague of grey

 poem of the day November 28

What is the reality
beyond a round world
Something that merges
time with place
into a oneness
A beacon driven
by energy
Would you call
it nothingness
or would 
you call it god?

Friday, November 26, 2021

 poem of the day November 26 

Time walks
very differently
depending on
the hour 
of the day
I heard 
the most change
happens in
a good dream
especially ones
full of miracles 

Thursday, November 25, 2021

 poem of the day November 25 

Covid is like
a walk along
the rim 
of an abyss 
while on
the steep slope
of an imminent landslide
A journey
of how to
carefully tiptoe
on the brink
of  balance

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

 poem of the day November 24

A gallop of dead leaves
stampeded across the road
in a wild unruly herd 
covering my car
with soulless  zombies born
of cold wind vigor

Tuesday, November 23, 2021

 poem of the day November 23 

I am going to buy a big gun
and without any training 
I am going to pretend to be
a law enforcement deputy 
though i am only a vigilante
cause to be really free
someone has to protect 
the American way 
of white supremacy 
i'll go down to some protest
to guard some vacant lot
with other great white patriots
all armed, ready to take a shot
and when i see an anarchist 
i'll point my gun in their face
and if they try to stop me
i'll shoot them dead 
then claim self defence
where with the help 
of a white bias judge
full of blatant sympathy
I'll be acquitted and soon set  free
able to once again to defend
Patriotic American white supremacy

Monday, November 22, 2021

 poem of the day November 22 

Strange to see
the forsythia in
bloom on a cold
late November day
A day when
all other flowers 
have gone away
How does one explain
this phenomenon 
Last year's bud
or next year's run?

Sunday, November 21, 2021

 poem of the day November 21 

When good deep
moonlight shines 
through the barren
leafless branches
of wintering trees 
A strange 
otherworldly
glow from
the universe
emerges
as an illuminating 
light full of mystery

Saturday, November 20, 2021

 poem of the day November 20 

A sponge mind
absorbs all things
toxic and pristine
The mind works
like a machine
without perfection
immersed in the
culture formed
by liked minded 
twists of thought
Expressions floating on
the winds of humanity
not necessarily 
formed by any kind
of rational morality

Friday, November 19, 2021

 poem of the day November19 

Each and everyday
when we wake up
we are all living 
in a wonderful 
indescribable miracle 
not of our making
but what we make 
of this miracle
is of our choosing

Thursday, November 18, 2021

 poem of the day November 18

Would you rather breathe
the air of Earth
or some brew 
remixed in outer space?
This unnatural desire to travel
where no man has been
Is it future? 
Is it sin?
And what is sin
but a human word
tied to nothing
but shades of our idea
of love and hate
in which all minds swim
within a frosty sea 
Where we all see choice advertised
on a big one eyed rocket ship
Will we march ahead Or will we wait 
know that one will become our fate

Wednesday, November 17, 2021

 poem of the day November 17 

Close your eyes
imagine you have
just dropped into
a new pristine body
without any of your
physical or mental
imperfections
Try to embrace your
new body of perfection
with new ideas
Repeat each morning
until imagination
becomes reality

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

 poem of the day November 16 

Small thin patches
of dusty early snow 
mix well with fallen leaves
covering the last green
of a long gone summer
The white brown blanket
woven by nature
looked very inviting
and full of rest

Monday, November 15, 2021

 poem of the day November 15 

Pure light as it
pours through
naked branches
shows the true
form of a tree's 
inner soul journey
Bare and beautiful
no longer hiding under
the shallow skin of clothes

Sunday, November 14, 2021

 poem of the day November 14 

I imagine
the start of rain
as signs of change
Some drift in so quiet
hardly changing anything
until one is soaked without knowing
Some gallop in full of vigor
like driven horses holding a wet banner
announcing each and every step
Yet eventual the change comes through'
The sun rises at dawn, the sky blues and
I am able to hear the beautiful songs of birds

Saturday, November 13, 2021

 poem of the day November 13 

We are now in
the inbreeding
of thought
deeper and deeper
into the same idea
repeated in some
abstraction where
we sit on a screen
and are fed along
a narrow highway
into an ever extreme movement
where truth never matters
It truly is a scary time
where evil warlords
amass armies
of what were once
good people with good values
that have been eroded
until there is no law but war

Friday, November 12, 2021

 poem of the day November 12 

A perfect red apple
lay in the middle of the road
It had fallen from a tree that
usually was full of an apple bounty
but this year the tree had only this one fruit
I drove by it for a couple of weeks
amazed that a deer had not eaten the feast
Finally I stopped and picked the apple up
When I did, I flashed on Snow White
I felt evil was somewhere very close around
yet I shook off the thought and made my way home
Then I brought in the apple and put it on my shelf
to eat it later when I was alone with myself
but before I did I came down with the chills
and began to feel really super ill
I had a fever, chills, and sweats 
For four days I suffered through a flu like haze
and  I needed to do something to be saved
Then I remember the apple and what it might mean
Everything was crazy just like a dream
I knew then that I needed to put the apple back
so my wife drove it back and placed it where it had been
And i am feeling somewhat better, but also wondering what
might have happened if I had eaten the evil fruit

Thursday, November 11, 2021

 poem of the day November 11 

So many boats
on land and sea
Some small with
only one soul
Some small
full of souls
Some grand
with only one soul
Some grand
full of souls
seems like there
should be a better way
of taking care of all souls
for the good of mankind

Wednesday, November 10, 2021

 poem of the day November 10 

Everybody drifts
for a while inside
their own dreams
hoping for cool rays
perhaps a hot car
some lovely tunes
and most important 
a good comfortable chair 
in which to wait

 poem of the day November 9 

Clouds fog drizzle
dripping over
the slippery bark
of a silver skinned 
sugar maple that
has lost its leaves
in Grey November

Monday, November 8, 2021

 poem of the day November 8 

Light retreating
like water
in a desert pond
All the animals
crowd together
as the days  shrink
One after another
Less light presses
on the afternoon
Condensing time
into a small island
with less light
But still able to hold
off the  growing march of dark

Sunday, November 7, 2021

 poem of the day November 7 

Easy to see the discontent
Easy to see
democracy failing
under siege 
Fake news
Alternate facts
Alternative realities
Crypto currency 
Total disregard for law 
Total disregard for truth
Everything built on distrust
Nefarious laundered money
becomes seeds of greed
widening the divide between
Rich and Poor
No real value
No gold standard
Just a wild spaghetti  western
absorption of constant lies 
Disinformation sprouting vines of black and white
Fueled by anger
Fueled by fear
Homegrown conspiracies
roll like tumbleweed
where loaded guns discharge
every time there is a movie 

Saturday, November 6, 2021

 poem of the day November 6 Here trying to hear

Here trying to hear
the quiet
Sounds of Silence
The beautiful music
of the primordial
The rhythm of
the universe 
but each time
I stand silent 
like a stoic tree 
I am interrupted
by the distracting
mundane clatter noise 
of all things familiar

Friday, November 5, 2021

 poem of the day November 5 How many steps

How many steps
make a good walk
should depend more 
on the perseverance 
of the walker
than a pair of shoes
though their comfort
to old bones
is easily confused
with the need 
to finish a good journey 

Thursday, November 4, 2021

 poem of the day November 4  Veils of time

Veils of time
thick and thin
find all spirits 
near the skin 
The atmosphere
is very close
to see the lives
of living ghosts 
Dreams come out 
climb ethereal ladders
to contact those
open to matter

Wednesday, November 3, 2021

 poem of the day November 3 

I like the ay
grass looks
after a frost
Still green 
but relaxed 
No longer 
reaching
every second
for the sun
It falls on the meadow
one blade after another 
forming a seamless blanket
of deep very greenie fancy

Tuesday, November 2, 2021

 poem of the day November 2 

A slip of dawn
on a rocky night
slim & steady
to anyone up 
The light grows 
along the black 
like a whitebird flock 
on a seagull shore
until the dark is no more

 poem of the day November 1 

"The month has
ended very well"
I heard the rabbit call
to the waiting clock
as they both jumped
from a hole very full
of yesterday into
a new whole beginning
Once inside the rim
of a new month
the rabbit had little more to say
of the future
Other then the usual
"Happy Rabbit day!"

Saturday, October 30, 2021

 poem of the day October 30 

A mattress
in a hotel
belonging to
no one body
Covered each night
by only the skin
of clean sheets
has sagged from
the weight of
many a traveler
Absorbing minds
from all over 
the spiral of souls
Do these dreams
of road pilgrims
become ghosts
that come to life each night
in strange out of time dreams?

Friday, October 29, 2021

 poem of the day October 29 

It was
the most
ghoulish 
reality show ever 
but sadly
the most watched 
reality show ever
Death Row Dinners
Each  execution 
an iron celebrity chef
would turn the  
last meal request
of the condemned 
into a memorial final feast
worthy of a lasting last supper
It was so popular
that many were
lobbying it as a
moral reason to keep
the death penalty

Thursday, October 28, 2021

 poem of the day October 28 

All those boats
on a finger lake
look like water bugs
with sails rocking
in the wind of plenty
I see them playing
tag with each other
as I remember the past

Wednesday, October 27, 2021

 poem of the day October 27 

The way the hill
looked in the rain
reminded me of fate
Each drop a path
of twists and turns
as water found its place
it joined with others in
the field that mankind 
once did sow
A place where dreams
turn into streams
that often come and go

Tuesday, October 26, 2021

 poem of the day October 26 

To get away
with everything
tempts even 
a holy man
A string of pearls
circles the world
with riches from
from every land
These treasures belong
to everyone
but greed has
made them prized
Where these  
dangling gems
tempt certain men
who chase them 
till they die

Monday, October 25, 2021

 poem of the day October 25

The day is quite
a shade of grey
The rain falling
soft and tame
The few leaves
that still remain
poke out of time
to blend within
this blanket fog
so perfectly so I can see
the souls of barren logs

Sunday, October 24, 2021

 poem of the day October 24 

The frost appeared
on the window pane
iced and very cold
The meadow green
had a thin white shine
that made it look real old
I looked upon this night of change
like one would a tide
and thought about all the plants
that may or may not have survived

Saturday, October 23, 2021

 poem of the day October 23

I watched the leaves
all afternoon
fall swiftly in 
a northern wind
born somewhere
cool from Canada
The air so fresh
so full of change
cold front comes
into range

Friday, October 22, 2021

 poem of the day October 22 

full moons
have good light
on a good night
I am able to see
the man on the moon
big and very yellow
quite a jolly old fellow

Thursday, October 21, 2021

 poem of the day October 21 

The storm cloud
do not look
like democracy
It was full of 
self serving greed
The poor sun was overwhelmed
by the dark blanket of rage
The fragile law of equality 
lost its balance as the world began to return 
to the survival of the evilest

Wednesday, October 20, 2021

 poem of the day October 20 

October morning
Dogs in the meadow
Grass  greener
than Ireland 
Emerald green
looking for Leprechauns 
Still no frost

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

 poem of the day October 19 

To understand
every pore
best to know 
every door
What to open
What to close
from bellybutton
to tips of toes
but first thing first
Stand feet real close
Check the left
Check the right
Up and down
Which is stronger
left or right?
Merge the weak
into the strong
hold them together
and re-read this poem

Monday, October 18, 2021

 poem of the day October 18 

An autumn leaf
full of summer 
full of grand color
falls into the river
floating effortlessly 
on the rain fed current 
I watched the leaf move
down toward the sea
using the rush of water
to slip back and forth
from side to side 
bounded like all things
but like all things free to glide
on a magic carpet ride

Sunday, October 17, 2021

 poem of the day October 17 Late Autumn sun

Late Autumn sun
Thick mellow breeze
Still green meadow
No frost on horizon
Strange to see 
so many happy flowers 
happy as can be 

Saturday, October 16, 2021

 poem of the day October 16 

The sky looked
like a golden cage
as the sun reflected
off the underbelly
of a rippled cloud
reinforcing the idea
that we are bounded 
to our Mother Earth
somewhere on a beautiful journey 

 poem of the day October 15 

An old gathering post
in the center of town 
has long been neglected 
and is now rundown
What color to paint
a post from the  past
is a difficult question
one has to ask
With so many coats
of the same old color
change is hard 
from one to another
Do we refresh 
the color we knew
or try painting uncharted
into something brand new
Does an old idea need
to consider its tradition
when painting a post
is a future decision 

Thursday, October 14, 2021

 poem of the day October 14 

A circle of hearts
The coming, going
beat of humanity
Hearts traveling from
circle to circle 
into endless circles
always showing up 
with other hearts
in other circles
Sometime friends
Sometimes strangers
all round hearts 
live in chambers 
Round and Round
the hearts do go
circle into circle
the humanity flow

Wednesday, October 13, 2021

 poem of the day October 13

When standing
in the meadow
relaxing with a friend
thinking about meditation
while talking about Zen
Our WA was suddenly interrupted
by a loud  thunderous crash
coming deep from the forest
We listened until it passed
We ran to see what made 
this earth shaking clatter 
Soon we came upon 
the reason for the matter
A huge giant pine had toppled loudly to the ground
proving a tree falling alone in the forest does make a sound

Tuesday, October 12, 2021

 poem of the day October 12 

Stone walls 
of unknown 
artist farmers
dot New England
Forgotten hands
leave behind
a beautiful reminder
of daily toil
Making art out of
the endless necessity 
of having to move the rocks 
to grow the crops

Monday, October 11, 2021

 poem of the day October 11

As the leaves of color
fall off their branches
As the canopy slowly
sheds its summer shield
The trees begin the return
to their true nature
Vulnerable  Naked
Each flaw exposed
allowing me to
see deep into the soul
of a sleeping forest

Sunday, October 10, 2021

 poem of the day October 10 

I dreamed a civil war
was on the horizon
I was watching a grand see-saw
full of tribes debating 
the rise and fall
of love and hate
Each up and down 
was filled with crowds thinking
their idea of love was better
than their idea of love
It was very confusing and
did nothing except 
anger everybody
into riding the wave of hate

Saturday, October 9, 2021

 poem of the day October 9 

I like the way
old black and white
photos look
Everything so simple
just shades of grey
no distraction of colors
It allows me the window 
to gaze beyond the photo
to peer into the soul of a picture
instead of focusing on surface colors
inspiring me to imagine the light of inner rainbows 

Friday, October 8, 2021

 poem of the day October 8 Early fog 

Early fog
lingers over 
October day
bringing
grey times
to a morning
waiting for 
the strength
of an angled sun

Thursday, October 7, 2021

 poem of the day October 7 

With a world
now full of
disinformation
alternative facts 
and not being
able or willing
to plum the truth
I want to confirm
to all those listening
The point of 
a pointed object
is the point

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

 poem of the day October 6 

air so fresh
mind empty
the merging
of thought
and wind
mix in morning light