haiku: the gaps are the spirits one home

haiku: the gaps are the spirits
one home

Autumn’s morning glow
floods in the windows brightly
lighting up the gaps

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
November 12, 2021

photos by the author

Author’s note: The title of the
haiku is from a quote by Annie
Dillard in her book ‘A Pilgrim
at Tinker Creek.’

poem: a paean for senescence

poem: a paean for senescence

our growing older
is not a linearity starting here, ending there,
not a timeline from beginning to end,
not a simple chronological
counting of the years

to be sure there
are circles, loops, and spirals,
bardos, gaps, and liminal spaces,
and ones functional/dysfunctional
life experiences

and of course
in our aging
one is vulnerable
to life’s foibles and frailties
which we must suffer

thus in our senescence
we prepare,
countering bitterness with beauty,
hopelessness with creative imagination,
infirmity with wholeness

embodying a faith that sustains us
for those unseen things yet to come
in our Cosmic journey home
in the truth of the Universal Oneing
of consciousness human and divine

being gentle with those things
unsettled in our heart and soul
knowing our cries, laments, and joys
are heard, and there is place of radical grace
and love that perennially longs for us

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
November 11, 2021

‘Spiral of Life’ art image by Susan Bruck

poem: your love across the universe

poem: your love across
the universe

a world full
of thrones and rocks
will reek its pain

and we imperfect beings
are perfectly susceptible
to its suffering

extant suffering
which must not be
ignored, denied, or fetishized

but to which we must
respond with the ability
to listen and learn its hard lessons

lessons of paradoxical tensions
capable of leading us to
healing, transformation, and growth

that the beauty of life
always returns to us
in its creative expression

recalling a poems words,
the autumns golden light,
your love across the universe

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
November 7, 2021

photos by author

Authors note: Autumn’s golden
light from my front door, poems
from my recently published book
of poetry, and my love of the
universe, my wife, Cathey.

poem: a morning in the autumn of our golden years approaching our 50th. anniversary

poem: a morning in the autumn of
our golden years approaching our
50th. anniversary

mornings start slow at our house;
after sleeping through the night
there are all the usual questions
reorienting her for another day

then preparing our breakfast and eating,
and assisting her in showering,
fixing her hair, makeup, and dressing,
I get ready straightening behind us

and now sitting in the blue velvet chair
her radiant smile and twinkling eyes
beaming up at me, this lovely visage of
my wife in our golden years together

together meeting every challenge,
overcoming every obstacle,reaping all
the beauty life has to offer;
accepting, healing, loving always united together

now in the autumn of life, approaching
our 50th. anniversary, falling upward
together, grateful for what we know
and the mystery that remains

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
November 3, 2021

photos by author

Author’s note: Cathey and I celebrate
our 50 years of marriage this month
on November 14, 2021. Our golden
anniversary.

poem: 铻 Autumn satori

poem: 铻 Autumn
satori

the crisp, chilled ❅
Autumn morning
draws me outdoors,
down the steps,
leaves like boats ⾈
in the dew, a halo of
trees framing early
dawn’s amber sky,
heart ﹆ leaping,
belonging here on
Earth Home 介

Herb Stone
here&nowworkingpoetry
October 17, 2021

photos by author

poem: seasons of nature and life

poem: seasons of nature and life

and now Autumn comes in abundance
light, leaves, wildflowers, crops
a feast for our earthly senses

slowing, days shorten
falling, leaves covering the ground
baring, meadows and fields stripped

with it’s fierce appetite
we find ourselves at last
with only what we have stored up

soon enough stoking the fire
huddling in it’s warmth and light
season changing; stillness, silence, solitude come

these seasons of nature and life
a time to sow and a time to reap
a time to be born and a time to die

now in the winter of life
observing nature’s autumn glories
memories of past springs and summers

then, at last, ashes to ashes
and dust to dust, that the Spirit
may quicken and unify all in All

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
October 6, 2021

photo by Tschiponnique Skupin

Author’s note: Stanza five references
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 and the last stanza is based
upon the liturgy ‘The Order for the Burial of
the Dead’ from the ‘Book of Common Prayer.’
Christianity aside, many spiritual traditions and
religions have this concept of a spiritual
consciousness which extends beyond nature’s
bodily death.