On black midnight roads
Snow eddies flow meringue-like
Whisk to smooth stiff peaks

The ground is frozen
Grass blades sharp as damask steel
Cats tread carefully

Sleepy eaters packed
Unceremoniously
Trudging slowly home

For some, Thanksgiving
Is all about family;
I come for the pie.

One by one they hum
The bagpipe drone of autumn
Leaf blowers cometh

Tightly wrapped, she sways
Hips moving this way and that
Don't look at her butt

The season changes
Wet fall leaves slip underfoot
The trees are barren

Fog clouds my senses
Simple math equations are
Unexpected deer
Homeworking sleepless is like
Driving with one headlight out

Rusk and russet trees
Aflame with autumn glory
Crackle in the wind

Dear Massachusetts:
Decide what season it is.
Thanks. Sincerely, Me

Swathes of warm sunshine
Glaze the far-off mountaintops
I am home at last

Shades of apple blush
Color coordinated
Grace my long drive home

Arching white vellum
dimples in the autumn rain
Now wet, shall we dance?

Box cutter and pen
Chipboard and clear mind
The long night begins

With ruler in hand,
Site leaps from waiting paper
To fill the white void

Arching white vellum
Narrated by quick short strokes
Tamed slightly, lightly,
The tip-of-tongue recorded
Voluptuously

Caress each angle
Your work becomes your lover
Alone in the night

on midnight baking:
with wabi-sabi cupcakes,
the night is endless.

Cherry blossom tree
Fleeting beauty camouflaged
3/4 of the year

Pelted with wet leaves
I'm nature's papier mâché
Autumn's creation

We cannot see love
Nor pain nor joy nor sorrow
We cannot pinpoint
Jealousy or rage; instead
We are left only
To wonder at faint flickerings
Of tongue or cheek.
Emotions are so
Elegantly elusive
Intently we peer
Through eyes, through veils, seeing
Only through a glass, darkly

Why is it that art
And academia are
Not the best of friends?
They both make a lot of sense
And inform one another
But some people just
Can't use both sides of their brains
That sounds quite condescending
What I really mean
Is that between books and bolts,
Brushes and blueprints, only
Corpus callosum
Comes between the bankers,
The painters,
And me.

蟻

Six-legged neighbors
Arrive at night silently
Through the front window
Defying gravity they
Traverse the ceiling
To admire my cooking

Fresh crumbs left behind
A tribute for my neighbors
Appreciative
They'll bring their friends tomorrow