winds of autumn

maybe the wind
always swirls but
only the leaves
of autumn make
me notice

if you still loved me sometimes

what I
would like
to know 

sometimes
is if
you
still loved me
sometimes
even when
you hated
me

all the dragonflies of summer's end

nothing will prevent 

the ending of summer

yellow dragonflies

cannot slow it

red dragonflies

cannot stop it

green dragonflies

watch it go

Only touched by memory

Wasps and yellow jackets starving
in late summer, even their crawling
brings pain be still anyway

Again something settles so lightly
heavy wings brush my leg minutes
before I get the courage to look

Golden dragonfly perches, wind
flutters tickling wings until I am
clumsy only touched by memory

the weight of books

the only thing that
keeps me anchored to the couch
is books, books, and books

Why

I am why

I cannot have

nice things

Lie to me

Lie to me,
fortune cookie;
I will believe you.

Grimly curious

we'll find out 

how many things 

on the to-do list 

can be done from 

the couch with 

only one knee 

properly elevated 

and resting