Electric hour approaches,

The yellow leaves and the brilliant greens

Stare through the window

With a voice of pacific breeze

I can smell the flavors of rosemary and fennel

Colors on the edge of gardens

Bursting out for one last show before autumn comes

I sit in the cool window seat

I feel the season change

Crows mock the afternoon light

I stare from a vantage point, high above the golden leaves

In spirals on concrete 

walkways and the sea beyond the sky

Blue green and sailboats tilted in the gentle breezes

Still tired from the walk up mountains

In deep green forests

With smiling faces out of breath

A drink of warm red wine on the corner

cars pass by in routine

I am outside the membrane

A stranger to a peaceful place

The pacific breeze through windows 

wakes meI feel the calm of this peaceful life

Basil adds the hues and flavors tasted

Green tea and sparkling water

If I take a breath I might wake up

And all of this would be gone

If I open my eyes all of this will be gone

There is a current that twists and strives inside

As constant and violent as the tide

I feel the sadness for every fallen leaf

I feel the sadness for time passing

and the beauty of days elicits the emotional response

quiet in the other room

the silence of an early afternoon fall

2014, afraid of watching time pass by too quickly

Afraid of life and time awaits me

I’d take a breath but I’m afraid of waking

And stirring my eyes,

witness the stream of time

                                                                      Like sand through loving fingers strive

                                                                      The electric hour approaches

                                                                      And soon it will be night…