Friday, April 13, 2012


Life is to be refined,
the notion of refinement is to be redone,
Doing it with him is hard,
Like catching a fly in the living room.
Tree leaves are still green at Hyde Park,
A dog begins to bark at central park,
In the casket of the New York night,
everyone sees the curtained light.
School starts with stretched arms,
Wings of humming birds,
In St. Patrick's Cathedral,
Heads lowered to whisper prayers.
Umbrellas are held by shaking hands,
Mushroom caps pop up in rainy grass,
Couples smell food
while repeating something old and good.


  1. Sweet.
    I loved the rhyming :)
    And you perfectly described September.

    Afixxion Addixt-I wish i never knew you

  2. "In the casket of the New York night," My goodness I love that line!!

    Nicely done.

  3. An interesting collection of Polaroids, a collage of still lifes.

  4. Brings up memories of fall....perfect!

  5. Very nice. I'm not looking forward to september yet, calandar month, or season of life, but I could use some cooler temps, in both areas. I really liked this.