A November Offering

Here’s my Ides of November offering– a little poem I found knocking about in my head on my walk into work this morning. Nothing exciting, just a pleasant surprise this unusually warm November day.



November’s shadows

stretching across

the passing train.


An Autumn Poem

Here’s a silly little poem I wrote about Autumn. Enjoy.

Black cat bats

the scattering leaves

across the moonlit blacktop

oblivious of the breeze

that makes the swings shudder

and wish they had wool scarves.