Should we just dispense

with this “Trick or Treat” nonsense?

Haven’t we had our fill yet?

~

We should be pros now.

After 4 years of trick or

treat, we’ve had our fill.

Patience is so hard

to find especially when

there’s so little time.

~

Impatience only

benefits smarmy salesmen,

unless we shout, “Hell No!”

Leaves and grass battle

for the yard’s supremacy,

but the mower wins the day.

~

The land wins the day

with the mower’s shredding help

In battling leaves and grass.

The day might be gray,

but we can choose to focus

on the gold that’s also there.

~

Fire hues abound

both aground and amid trees,

defying the gray heavens.

Six years in the books!

May year seven mark the end

of our poetic protests!

~

It might be time for

poetic celebrations

instead. What say you?

There’s something about

rainy days and playful pups

that leave seniors in the dust.

~

Dig out your raincoat,

gather up your cane, and leash,

and walk that puppy to sleep.

Some will make the time,

planning early, how to vote.

We shall call them Patriots.

~

Some will not accept

a result they do not want.

We shall call them Trumpians.

Can there be any

debate about caged children

or kidnapping governors?

~

Everything is moot,

if there’s no basis in fact

upon which we can rely.

From inside this box,

the world is very scary,;

unpredictably open!

~

We seek protection

by living in boxes and

don’t see the danger within.

A puppy helps us

discover the delight that

can be found in a pinecone.

~

Pinecones are such fun

for the young and young at heart;

if we are allowed to play

Sometimes the mood strikes.

Other times it goes on strike.

Let’s just not strike the colors.

~

You triumphed over

every passing mood and wrote

anyway. That’s all that counts.

So many chances

to worry, so many times

to return home to the breath.

~

When returning home,

finding only empty fears,

tends to take one’s breath away.

I am exhausted!

Worn out by wearing the hats

and bridging the gaps all day!

~

A gap day or two

where you take off those hats and

simply rest is best.

 Knock, knock, who’s there? Knox.

Knox who? It’s the pits. No bull.

I need a home too.

~

Anyone can find

some old place to rest their head,

but that ain’t what makes a home.

Beyond any doubt,

what seems logical to some,

is irrational to me!

~

They say one man’s truth

is another man’s lie and

his meat another’s poison.

A creator’s joy –

to see what emerges is

far better than expected.

~

Looking at this piece…

that’s but one of many gems

we took from our creator!

Teak and old iron,

salvaged from deck box and chest,

becomes patio table.

~

Visionaries see

beyond what is and transform

what was into something new.

Rather than a force

to reckon with, he’s a farce

 to be ashamed of.

~

History will regard

this defective President

as a pox upon our house.

All great men reside

somewhere on a line between

hero and a horse’s ass.

~

And every woman,

great or not, has to point out

where he now resides.

Possible autumn

comforts: colorful trees, Mitch

ditched, and a new president.

~

Any one of these

would reduce autumnal blues,

two or three would be gravy.

Uncontrolled passions

are a liability

crippling as heartlessness.

~

Extremes of fire

and extremes of ice ravage

both giver and receiver.

The president gets

 a medical exam on

 live tv? You’re kidding me!

~

A comprehensive

physical is worth the watch…

at least the prostate exam.

Who’s Ralph and who’s Jack,

and poor Piggy and Simon,

in our war torn paradise?

~

Whoever the fly

lands on is the war lord’s pick

to help his lies go viral.

Too bad they haven’t

found a vaccine for human

stupidity yet.

~

That vile virus

is almost untreatable

and, sadly, rarely fatal.

Trump defeats Covid?

Perhaps a bit premature…

like “Dewey Defeats Truman”?

~

And he did it all

so quickly without even

his well-touted bleach.

How we feel about

dark clouds hovering depends

on our need for rain.

~

Seemingly grim news

may be better in the end

than all our wildest dreams.

No…but than again…

Yes, but just a little bit…

not out of the woods quite yet…

~

Much talk but little

substance. Why complicate things

by circling all around.

For the sparks to fly

sometimes you do not even

have to strike a match.

~

With some folks there is,

for unkenable reasons,

spontaneous combustion.

Curbing base instincts,

we change course, here in mid stream,

deferring our planned critique.

~

We agreed it seemed

wrong to kick a man when he’s

down though that’s what he would do.

Over head birds soar

as we plod step after step

through another day.

~

Some steps would be good!

A day wasted reading deeds

to allay another’s fears…