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haiku: flickering memories
Totties’ white crochet
in Fall’s dancing light adorns
the royal blue chair
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
October 31, 2022
photo by author
author’s note: remembering my maternal grandmother, Aline Feustel Martin (1889-1979), who we grandchildren called Tottie all her life.

framed by the golden light
of the Fall day
in the rocking chair by the window
in the sun’s warmth
body still, mind quiet
eyes soft, breath even
soul ascending
on wings of spirit
ageless dreams
of Home
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
October 23, 2022
photo by author
poem: a caregiver’s satori
with the beauty of
a new autumn day
this tapestry
of colors
blue, pink, white
sky above
orange, red, yellow
leaves below
a caregiver’s day
begins early
it holding
much to do
caring for
my beloved
ordinary chores
and errands
here and now
this satori moment
and then the laundry,
meals, and dishes
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
October 13, 2022
photos by author

haiku: autumn’s home
high on eastern ridge
abundance of peace and love
harvesting blessings
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
October 4, 2022
photos by author

suddenly
a gust of Fall breeze
flattens the tall grass
with a swoosh
peacefully
butterflies dart
and flutter
in the frostweed
blissfully
the golden sun rays
play upon our skin
warming our core
gratefully
our breath catches
walking the path
heading home
mindfully
aware winter’s coming
and light’s fading; hope is
a glowing ember in our hearts
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
October 2, 2022
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tanka: autumn mundane and sublime
morning cool and crisp
throw a blanket on the bed
earth’s in its orbit
sun low on the horizon
light and shadow at my door
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hint of autumn sky
sunrise casting clouds of pink
waning crescent moon
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 20, 2022
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haiku: Earth’s invitation
the morning so soft
and gentle in its greeting
held deep in embrace
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 17, 2022
photos by author
‘Just Outside My Door’

poem: a harsh season
admiring their beauty
during a brief respite from
the season’s searing heat
she nearby with a wry smile,
resting on her cane, eyes closed,
lost in a reverie
the past 12 months
of our life’s second half
its own harsh season
mindful that earthly forms
wither and fade
yet souls hold their beauty
grateful for the radical
acceptance and love
of mutual belonging
aware that our most
high Spirit resurrects
in Cosmic harmony of All
yes, in the late summer
of our harsh year, seeing
the Beauty now and to come
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 6, 2022
photos by author
Author’s note: The past twelve
months have seen a string of acute
illnesses, chronic health concerns,
and injuries for my beloved. We
weather the harsh season together,
and discover the Beauty that survives
and endures now and to come.
