Why do we invest

our precious time, unknowing

if we’ll live to see reward?

~

If we spend our time

doing things that bring meaning

or joy that’s reward enough.

Though I’m grateful for

these cool days, I wish the sun

would come out and play.

~

But, alas, like Knox,

the sun knows little constraint.

Unfettered, it overwhelms.

Technicians depart,

grinning silently, knowing

the cost of free inspections.

~

Congress people go

home. Some grin openly. They

all know the people will pay.

Showing your butt in

public used to be a crime,

but now it’s done all the time.

~

What do you expect?

Stigma becomes Stigmata

in all theocracies.

Just try to fix it!

If it’s already broken,

failing won’t make it more broke.

~

Why try to fix it

when finding someone to blame

is our long-standing habit.

Storms come and storms go.

Right now I have to say I’m

glad this one has gone away.

~

Anticipation

of the after-storm relief

gets us through the harshest blow.

If you will not turn,

that little bend up ahead

may become your roadtrip’s end.

~

Eyes open, hands on

wheel, reasonable speed – all

help us navigate with skill.

The word is out. Birds

and squirrels know to hurry here.

where there’s food in spite of rain.

~

Skeins of geese elect

to tarry not in these parts,

flying on before the storm.

As you zip through life,

think! Sometimes you’re the windshield…

and other times, you’re the bug.

~

Which is to say if

you’re alive and in motion

there’s no other way.

Another face off

between two mourning doves lets

squirrels gather fighting tips.

~

As if Sciuris

needed any instructions

in the cantankerous arts!

No bird flies too high,

if lofted on his own wings…

or, at least, that’s what fools say.

~

High-flyers can run

into problems whether they

soar on their own wings or not

Time and speed slow down

as I get closer to home

and the day’s tensions dissolve.

~

As we age we find

time and speed are relative

to how fast and far we’ve come.

Singing and vaping,

Lauren makes it clear her own

enjoyment comes first.

~

An arch-feminist,

Lauren chose to demonstrate

women, too, can grab them by…

E Pluribus Unum;

more than merely words on coins,

and still I’m here, all alone.

~

From oneness we come

and to oneness we return

Meanwhile…we visit here.

On this ninth day of

this ninth month we seem to have

left our poetry behind.

~

Racing through the yard

but nothing in pursuit – deer

looking for a bit of fun?

~

There’s no fun and games,

modeling for her young fawns,

how to avoid predators.

Is it simply greed,

incompetent management,

or over-regulation?

~

Answers probably

will reflect perspective or

bias, not reality.

That yellow flower

I didn’t plant makes me beam –

beauty without work from me.

~

Leaving random gifts

in a thoughtful garden plan;

glorious imperfection!

Species come and go.

Giant glaciers form, retreat.

Through it all, the sun still shines.

~

Amidst changes, big

and small, hope and attention

can light our way, see us through.

Hospitality

has its limits so we showed

that blue skink the door.

~

Bidding fond farewell

to skinks and other vermin

allows us all to flourish.

Distant warning cries

often go disregarded

though the risk is near at hand

~

Turning a deaf ear

to cries both far and near hurts

us all in the end.

Oh! That super-moon,

rising resplendent last night,

seizes even jaded hearts.

~

Once in a blue moon

does it cast its super light

much to our earthly delight.