“…And as I listen to God’s quaking grove—
I humbly whisper into His eager ear:
Within my greatest weakness—
You helped me find my greatest strength!”

“The light is changing now—
autumn air is like a looking glass
magnifying every color and scent…”

“time slowly erodes my rocky pathways

of life—hobbling me in narrow meanders

and endless excruciating switchbacks…”

“Anger splits my soul
as fear powers dark machines…”

“one last supermoon
paints cold naked shafts of fall…”

“November’s naked autumn leaves—
me vulnerable, and blue”

“trails of time turn tender tones
light rustles in leaves”

"the forlorn scents
of late September spice..."

"another cold autumn moon
kisses her somber mountains..."

A Haiku poem on the beauty of Autumn and Hope.
Photo and inspiration courtesy of my good friend Rod Sorenson. Visit his Website at: rcoakley.com

Wars are not a binary win-or-lose political decision. The children ALWAYS lose. And we will pay a price for a defenseless assault on their lives. Perhaps we should appoint them as the primary negotiators of peace.

A Cinquain poem to describe the paths

I follow in my late October wanderings…

A warm and timely Haiku. These golden drops of the sun will shortly become another memory of seasonal hope and love.

Photo courtesy of my dear friend Rod Sorenson, rcoakley.com

“baptized in the caressing dews of willows—
we emerge beneath an azure-blue atmosphere
redeemed once again—in a fresh ray of hope”

Photos courtesy of Jessica Taylor Crystal