A Poem for the Fall

A Walk

The autumn leaves are blooming,
The temperature is dropping,
The scent of burnt wood fills the air.

I walk past the graveyard.
I tighten my coat around me;
My scarf billows behind me.

The wind blows through the trees.
Leaves scratch their way down the street
And crowd around my feet.

I have at least reached the house
And walk up the porch steps.
I sit on the swing next to her.

A warm mug placed in my hands,
Steam wraps around my face.
The swing slowly sways.

She lays her head on my shoulder.
I gently kiss the crown;
I have finally come home.


Fall, 2006

Math (for Adam)

Whole numbers,
Fractions,
Integrals,
"The area under my curve."

Divide by X,
Carry the one,
Drop your zero,
"Erase it; that's wrong."

Add and subtract,
Find and solve,
Multiply and divide,
"What's the factor of X?"

I sigh, yearning for my literature.


(fall, 2006)