Last night’s flaming sky
brought us warmth as we waited
for today’s big storm.
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As the rains begin,
the temperature remains cool
and the winds begin to blow.
Last night’s flaming sky
brought us warmth as we waited
for today’s big storm.
~
As the rains begin,
the temperature remains cool
and the winds begin to blow.
What’s a little wind
and a trace amount of rain
in the cosmic scheme of things?
~
Sometimes the cosmos
seems to tease. What on earth is
it going to bring?
At the close of day
I’m ready to read and rest,
but Knox pleads to play.
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You need a doggie
treadmill and a robot maid
so everybody’s happy.
Walking a mile
in my shoes is just the start
for you to understand me.
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Knowing what connects
you to the ground is a start
toward understanding.
As the sky readies
for rain, the defiant sun
insists on shining.
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Shining endlessly,
eclipsed by moon and weather,
it persists indifferently.
Grim reminders stand
testament to foolish men
in Manassas’ fallow fields.
~
What occurred there changed
the assumptions made. The fight
endured. War is not civil.
Surprised stores don’t have
Easter stuff on display since
they market Christmas in May.
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Such is the nature
of holiday marketing.
Naturally, it makes no sense!
The mere threat of rain
causes some to cancel plans
but others plan on dancing.
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Rain or shine, to dance
or not to dance remains the
eternal question.
What a difference
it would make if we’d compost
over-ripe issues.
~
Compost all you want.
Once you’ve got that rot managed,
someone’s sure to bring fresh fruit.
Do trees view with dread
the sundering of their leaves
and winter’s coming hunger?
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Or are they grateful
for a respite from all that
weighty carrying?
Speeding through our lives
we fail to yield to tiny
passing moments of wonder.
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Such hasty living
never made much sense to me.
Rushing headlong to our death.
Change is not merely
necessary for living,
change and life are one.
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Have we then become
life-deniers when we keep
playing the same well-loved song.?
Who needs movies when
comedy and drama can
be found at the bird feeder?
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A microcosm
representing life’s foibles,
displayed innocuously.
Sunny flowers bloom
in roadside drainage ditches
and other wasted spaces.
~
Though not planted and
not tended, they transform
places where they land.
On our evening walk
Knox runs with sticks, rolls in grass,
sniffs the grass. I stroll along.
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A tolerant grin
ghosts across your face, I’m sure,
as you regard his antics.
These late summer days,
just cool enough to suggest
approaching autumn weather.
~
Every year we fall
for these hopeful previews of
coolness and color.
The sun and clouds are
starting a warm discussion
as the day begins.
~
As their discussions
always get overheated,
I predict there will be tears.
Sudden heavy rains
make sodden, heavy branches
and fill branches to their banks.
~
You can bank on this:
heavy, fallen branches can
branch out into ponds and creeks.
Ever so slowly
realizations start to dawn.
What took us so long?
~
As dawn’s light begins
to slowly imbrue the sky,
darkness yields, but grudgingly.
Hedonistic joy
can not be sustainable
without, first, doing hard work.
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Joy, an unearned gift,
sometimes lies unopened when
we’re preoccupied with work.
At day’s end when we
are all tuckered out, we just
want to be tucked in.
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Slipping ‘neath the sheets
and falling into slumber
buoy us for tomorrow.
That fallen tree branch
expressed his indignation
as I bent to pick him up.
~
He was protesting
your human assumption he
was a cheap pickup.
From the birds’ early
morning broadcast system we
get a wakeup call.
~
And by their delay
in their southward migration
we get, yet, another one.
Fellowship remains,
even with separation,
if the foundation is true.
~
Time and distance can
not break the sturdy bonds of
a true connection.
Who can find the time
to watch the sun slowly rise,
listen to the birds’ sweet songs?
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Those who know that life’s
more than earning a living
value the worth of such things.
Subtle interplay
between woods and rising mist
marks the changing of seasons.
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A fleeting moment
of lovely interplay saved
now for all of us.
The sky begins to
fill with chattering birds as
they begin their long journeys.
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Soon, they will arrive,
to darken trees and phone lines
then rise in joyous cavorts.
This cotton batting
between my mind and my life
leaves much to be desired.
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Hard though it may be,
better to have soft cotton
there than a bunch of hard nails.
After summer’s heat,
a small taste of fall wets our
appetite for more.
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Like a cold entrée
autumn rains may quench our thirst
but our joints will ache for warmth.
With September’s arrival
warm and cool banter
for who will have the most say.
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Summer speaks loudly
still despite the cooling trend
Autumn remains weeks away