Autumn

The oak stands, sturdy trunk,
Branches outspread to all:
Shade, acorns, protection,
A friend to those who seek.

Black crows land noisily,
Grab an acorn and fly.
Squirrel scurries up branches,
Not to be left behind.

Blue jay on the railing
Sits waiting patiently,
Says, Give my daily peanut,
No acorns for me.
Placid doe, stands beneath,
Alone, unseen, she chews.

All there in harmony,
The oak meeting their needs.
And I too, at peace, watch,
Enjoy the company. 

-MW

The Paradox of Life

The living presence of the past
Is helpful guide and ready warning.
But the present is more than is and was:
A meld that houses and spawns the future,
A presence of life in its full richness,
​All too is content flux yet nothing passes.
A oneness in multiplicity
And a timelessness in time.
A paradox beyond our ken
But a solace and comfort
in our bewilderment. 

-JM

We know time in timelessness and multiplicity in oneness. 

We live as long as we are remembered.

Every beginning is a new challenge. 

Silence can be as telling as words. 

Aloneness is existential, loneliness is circumstantial. 

​-JM