First Day of School

First Day of School

Carpe Diem Special #178 Michael Dylan Welch’s “first day of school”

first day of school—
I eat my buckwheat pancakes
in silence

© Michael Dylan Welch


first day of college
longing for my parents
to hold on to me


first day of teaching
staring at blank faces
thinking- what next?


first day of preschool
my son’s backpack
weighs more him


first day of school
my daughter stands defiant
refusing to sit

Chiyo-Ni “Autumn”

Chiyo-Ni “Autumn”

Carpe Diem Special #166 “Autumn” this harvest moon by Chiyo-Ni

meigetsu ya yuki fumiwakete ishi no oto 

this harvest moon –
as I part the snow by stepping on it
the sound of stones

© Chiyo-Ni


under harvest moon
the fox gleans fallen grain
a mouse in shadow


For me autumn always brings the finch to feast on spent coneflowers.

the chaffinch
picks seed from spent coneflowers
crowned in morning glory

I also think autumn also brings about feelings of loneliness

on a moonlit night
a shadow goes past the moon
a screech owl searching


in the garden
past the rusty trellis
a wrens nest


indian summer
I think of our brief past
slipping away

Lolly’s “another anchor thread”

Lolly’s “another anchor thread”

Carpe Diem Special #164 Lolly’s 6th “another anchor thread”

sifting through
the personal effects
of a spider’s web
an autumn wind loosens
another anchor thread

© Laura Williams (a.k.a. Lolly)

In life a sudden death can leave one drowning, searching for a lifesaver.  Friendship is a bond that helps keep us a float.

an anchor tossed
admits the raging sea
losing it’s bearings
beyond the horizon
hope for smoother sailing

Loosing family or friends to a long grueling  illness is like the fabric of our life just slowly unravels, leaving us threadbare, and worn.  Love and kindness and the bonds of friendship help us slowly to become ourselves again.

a loose thread
snagged, slowly unravels
a hole remaining
careful stitches bind
fragments together


plucking the thread
of a spiders web
I set a moth free