Tuesday, October 9, 2012

She Is Autumn



She is autumn
christening pure days,
Arctic air arriving
shimmering in vanilla, amber and maize

a chaste breeze awakens the senses
in sandalwood, roses and haze
after all is past
autumn is what remains.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

The Last Train To The Hamptons

I was in-love in the summer
and somewhere past midnight
found myself wandering down Alhambra,
a sultry side-street
in the beautiful sleeping city

lost in the stillness,
euphoric in the discordant hum
of summer’s seasonal creatures,
the sensual cadence calling
from steamy garden shadows,

I passed lonely mansions wondering 

if intoxicated stragglers
lounged alone in the darkness
dreaming of summer love
grieved they'd missed
the last train to The Hamptons.