Morning Glories

Morning Glories
Are summer morning gladness
Bouncing on a sunny breeze
Magenta striped blue purple
Delicate pale pink
Traditional blue
Blossoms that seem to bob along
Fences and walls
Small shouts of gay laughter
In the city’s noisy
Seemingly barren concrete and steel jungle
In seeing them
I too turn my face to the sun
And let breeze wash my face
Knowing I am glad

Coming Autumn

A maudlin mood came over me
So let me blame the sun
Casting mornings waning summer light
Across a dust black street and rough sandy concrete sidewalks
She is rising later and later these days
And so she caught me to tell me so
It was that she lit the side walk at all
That caught my eye
Usually during summer
When I pass across this pavement and sidewalk
They aren’t splashed in sunshine
Usually the Sun is already up in the sky
Where taller buildings and el subway platforms block her light
So her light this morning
Stirred something in me
Of ripening and reaping
Of long nights and letting go
Coming autumn