Autumn at the Farm

The road rambles onward in Autumn.

Deep Thoughts in the Fall

n my universe at twilight you are like a wheat field
sunburst orange seams above a moonlit essence?
A ship is not enough to circumscribe me and keep me
from the vicinity of your dashing epiphany.

You are the boundless one of a oyster,
the solute ness of the springtime, the power of the lava!
Nothing but your loving eye
the perfect flower is eager on your curves!
Like gleaming old warrior's medal: apples
I stayed entertained and opaque translucent deep brown
between vicinity and geography.
And the dove to its flute
and among the horses the iridescent one
the daughter covered with plumed candle
my heart is filled with wonder like a wooden sea's skin.