Summer's End

summer's packing it in
waving good-bye to the green leaves
who will soon turn color
& join her
hopping a flight with the geese
who honk as they pass by
The Sun
turns in every night a bit sooner
than previous
carefully tucked in
under a blanket of stars
the moon
his "night light"
to keep us company
and to keep his "chair warm"
till the sun gets up
in the morning
fall will soon be here
natures fireworks
on display
allowing us to miss summer
giving us a chance to rejoice next year
when she returns
by b.e. noll

don't now how or where this came from...

[untitled]
so
here I am
pushing on
boggin down
in the thin stuff
channel surfing
through my own mind
I rewind
I fast forward
I think I know where I'm going
somehow
I forgot I'm supposed to care
& be excited about it
As I watch it it gets fuzzy
looking down the road from here
sometimes I get glimpses
of a good story
is it mine?
should it be?
Which way should I really go
I fight to be mature
like a self absorbed child

this story of mine
I hope it's got a better writer than me
I keep wrestling
the master author
I fight him for the pen
and he lets me win
when I win I sit there with writers block
so I loose by winning
& I win by loosing
I can't seem to get it right
wringing my resistance
out of me
I still get glimpses
of when I'm doing it right
[but glimpses aren't enough for me
I want more
I can't get enough of him
& wonder
why he hasn't had enough of me
yet]

by b.e. noll

today

it's a busy week for me. However this was posted on facebook by a friend & I wanted to link to it today... Makoto Fujimura: shalom Peace, b.e. noll

Still renovating my life. Repairing my existence. Understanding the me that is. Which is why it's been so long since I've posted a poem. For those of you who write, especially poem writers, you owe it to yourself to get to know Over the Rhine. Below is a video that gives 1 reason to like this couple. Another is to read the letters section of their website.
I'll continue to mutter on with this blog for a while. As I discover the hidden places in this soul. ...& whether or not to leave them that way....
May His grace drip from your fingers,
B