Is

 

is this the autumn of all autumns

from the drumming grouse on

the hollowing log the ground shakes

spaces become space

the sun complacent is swallowed whole

in golden leaf and canopy

it seems the day is later than ever

brightly pleasant lies arrive without warning

the harmless kind like sweet

butter melting on warm bread

you reach for my hand

free me from my vacancies

in this case

of mistaken

serenity

 

JP Pestana Is 5.21.2022

  Shoveling the Sun

 let me spend myself to ruin for you

I have lifetimes to spare 

plenty of change to make

these layers on layers of blue you baked

into a cake of whipped cloud 

how did you know it was my day

puddled shades of blue unimaginable

before you keep me alive a flower

begging for any rain 

you ask me about love

about the meaning of me

shoveling 

the sun

 

JP Pestana  Shoveling the Sun 5.17.2022

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The Red Coat

it hangs long and worn

faded and misshapen 

hangs from a rickety tree 

in the corner  

of a more 

rickety 

room 

I keep returning to take it with me

and somehow leave without it

never remembering

or forgetting

ever between the in in me rattles

the creaks of knotted

pine warn

the wind is at 

the window

the red coat still 

within my

reach

JPPestana The Red Coat 5.13.2022

 

Start To Finish

 

the thundering echoes

of a hollow heart pound

shadows of a mortal form quake

shy away

dying shouts of wind

leave nothing

to mourn

below

light

finally

finds

me

chimes

awaken

you

in

my

first

and

final

dream

JPPestana Start To Finish 5.7.202

Early Spring

what follows her tomorrows

maybe rainbow 

maybe sleuth

you know don't you

you were there for some

shunned for others but still

like a hymn written in early spring

birds sing before light or sun

feed their hungriest young first

later a lifting rain and stream spilling

over low bank are what remain of this day 

once begun 

an ending only sung

in the whispering notes

of her enticing

refrain

JP Pestana Early Spring 5.6. 2022