Sudden arctic chill

presages winters approach

warning of dark times ahead.

~

Through it all the sun’s

still there giving whatever

warmth and light it can.

Dreamed of disturbing

a skunk while removing trash

from under the outside steps.

~

Hark, Thane of Cawdor!

Your dream, surely, doth profess

something rotten in Denmark!

Will his crony court

curb the president’s ego

or will more of our rights go?

~

On Thanksgiving Day

let’s smile and exercise

our right to a Trumpfree day.

Tempers grow hotter

as days grow colder, but there’s

still much to be thankful for.

~

Heated rhetoric,

lingering past November,

amplifies global warming.

November forgets,

sometimes, and presents us all

with beautiful, balmy, days.

~

Let’s cherish each day

November forgets because

December will remember.

What do you do when

you have committed some crimes?

Get elected president?

~

There are other ways

to come to grips with past deeds,

but they take introspection.

Sunlight’s hammering

softened to a lambent glow

by curtains of Chantilly Lace.

~

Though it has no need

for softening, moonlight peeps

through those curtains too.

The dark may be good

for sleeping, but we shouldn’t

decide to live there.

~

No one picks darkness

for a permanent abode.

Sometimes we must abide there.

This obfuscation

of science with baseless crap

is a tool to serve their greed.

~

Why use facts to serve

truth when money, not truth, is

what you are after?

Cardinals and blue jays

ignored those loud, boasting crows

and quietly dined.

~

Crows have leave to boast

since they both make and use tools.

I know people who do less.

Politicians reap;

harvesting the verdant fields

ploughed and planted by poets.

~

Poets weep when they

see politicians destroy

what poets ploughed and planted.

~

She opened the door

to the soft knocks of sadness

and they shared a cup of tea.

~

Tasteless pastry flakes

remain on the cutting board

after they have gone.

Lounging long abed

is the crowning coup de grâce

of all successful journeys!

~

Sometimes we just need

to rest even when journeys

have brought no success.

This dystopian

world that’s being created

demands major revisions.

~

Some authors refuse

input from an editor

missing the best sellers list.

Riding down the rails

watching neighborhoods decay

as farmland falls to urban sprawl.

~

These days there’s much to

rail about. We’d probably

feel better if we switched tracks.

Another birthday

come and gone. Here’s hoping you

will enjoy singing along.

~

Though Karaoke

croaks tonelessly from me throat,

I’m still game to sing the song.

Lady Liberty

stands alone in the harbor,

her principles lip serviced.

~

Tears fill her eyes as

she shimmers with fear, seeing

what is on the horizon.

They may be small, but

when they fly together those

birds’ voices are heard.

~

They should be our guide!

Sing “Bee-Bee-Bobbie-Bobbie”

‘til our voices, too, are heard!

Rising before dawn,

with aching joints for greeting,

somehow, seems inauspicious.

~

Our joints are aching

in sympathy with our hearts

at this inauspicious time.

The ground beneath that

tree was covered in layers

of gold. Shattered bits of sun?

~

One manner of thought

would argue that is correct.

All energy is solar.

Closing tight our eyes

is an ineffective means

of shutting out lies.

~

Currently it seems

we’ve been falling asleep to

countless lieabyes.

That line from an old

song comes back to me now: “When

will they ever learn?”.

~

We know twelve year olds,

and adults who act the same,

can’t be taught: they know it all.

Running on empty

after endless days of stress

too worn out to sleep

~

May your heart be full

and your body rest because

my dear son, you are the best.

It’s hard to believe,

but unfortunately it’s

true. Sometimes the worst man wins.

~

It’s not all that hard.

Some folks simply can’t handle

any woman in power.

Woe Americans!

We cast away all reason:

Iacta Alea Est !

~

When you cast yourself

at the feet of tyrants, you

will definitely be kicked.

Over the next few

days, we will see if there’s hope

for democracy

~

Democracy lives,

regardless the election.

People, maybe, not so much.

Aromatic smoke

permeates the meat and scents

the air with deliciousness.

~

And all the while

I am sitting here waiting

for a quick invitation.

The day may soon come

when a certain convicted

felon gets what he deserves.

~

Or injustice reigns

and instead of just deserts

he get what he thinks his due.

Adversaries meet

In a public social space

And, somehow, remain civil.

~

Perhaps they could teach

their strategy to Trumpers

on this final lap.

November may be

the longest month. I guess we’ll

have to wait and see.

~

Not Long: momentous-

Surely to be, chock-a-block,

full of pivotal moments.