The Promise of Autumn

In a bronze and lazy moment
the promise of Autumn
calls to me in wheatfield golds,
the core of her wind seeking,
speaking to me now in the
coolstream fragrance
of late summer’s exhale

an engagement unfolds
here, languid as the castglow
of her shadow, befalls
the epigram of fading time
lost in the absence of failing light
burning thoughts of you
into the pressed, soft lace of

a poised, and earth-aware grace
to which I am witness, and
again I’m found wordless in
the common man’s wonderment
the awe of sanctity noted in
this instance as you embrace my
heart in raised elevation of your love


© K. James Ribble

For Jason

In a pale meridian
clouds are chasing low
across the rainswept
desert floor, air as water
in plumes of ethereal white

bathed in sun’s blossom of
its plum and golden arc

it places me, waiting ,
in time
– my time ,
time-in-color from these hills
in a beige of savored light,
the relish of antiquity and
the dreams we
both honored
for ourselves

It is here in this place that I
hold you, hold you in this light
far above the listless sky
where its blues align beyond the
color of your eyes
– you – as Gift
only this universe can give

and the sun
in its blush of bloom

envelopes us both
in the love, the deepest
I have for you.


© K. James Ribble / For Jason, on his 23rd Birthday