haiku: flickering memories

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

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author’s note: remembering my maternal grandmother, Aline Feustel Martin (1889-1979), who we grandchildren called Tottie all her life.

poem: her morning reverie

poem: her morning reverie

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

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poem: a caregiver’s satori

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

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poem: the autumn of life/ winter’s coming

poem: the autumn of life/
winter’s coming

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

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

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
September 17, 2022

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poem: a harsh season

poem: a harsh season

this late summer’s day
sitting among the blooms
of garlic and petunias 

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 

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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.