His mind’s a puzzle

with many missing pieces.

Just listen to his speeches.

~

He can’t understand

why the soldiers he reviews

stand at silent parade rest.

When the morning comes,

seemingly hours too soon,

must we rise and face the day?

~

Knox and the cats make

it quite clear that I can’t lie

abed if they are not fed.

As leaves start to fall

and the wild geese fly south,

we wave goodbye to Summer.

~

Yet time still remains

for a blast of summer heat

before winter’s icy grip.

Huge! Enormous! Great!

Superlatives often used

by weak men with small… ideas.

~

Don’t forget “bigly”,

a personal favorite of

the Small Man in Chief.

Journeys to the top

are fraught with indignities

the president discovered.

~

Top is not his kink!

Though he sees himself that way,

his bottom’s always showing.

Can we, again, find

that least accessible pole;

political consensus?

~

Perhaps if we all

got vaccinated against

aggressive self righteousness.

Once upon a time

in a kingdom far away

reason ruled and love prevailed.

~

Wannabe tyrants

give a rat’s ass about love

as long as their rule prevails.

Political hacks

aught not be allowed to slash

off regulatory heads.

~

They”re experts at just

two things: pontification

and anti regulation.

The White House has staffed

major posts with actors from

theater of the absurd.

~

Absurdist in Chief,

America’s Vaude-Villain,

directs political burlesque.

About that sea change –

any chance it could begin

by this November?

~

That’s the tricky thing.

Unlike currents or the tides,

sea changes come as they will.

Nationwide doldrums

are forecast to continue

until there comes a sea change.

~

Actually doldrums

could be a relief. We’ve had

some pretty stormy weather.

Singing in the rain

is not for me. I prefer

to whine and complain.

~

Rain or shine or storm,

there’s no reason not to sing.

Whining will get you nowhere.

Delivering news

you know won’t be taken well

is no sane man’s greatest joy.

–

It takes a real man

to do a necessary

and unpleasant task

Fall was practicing

today, did a trial run

and rained on summer’s parade.

~

Early winter storm,

looking like a hurricane,

floods the coastline just the same.

As the seasons change

and early leaves begin to fall,

dare we hope for other change?

~

Everything changes

and not always in the way

we’d like, but we can still hope.

Cobwebs on branches

and grass as the spiders make

themselves right at home.

~

And the rising sun’s

dancing rays amid dew drops

makes them crystal palaces.

One bright spot of light,

filtering improbably

through the deepest jungle, shines.

~

In such a jungle

it only takes a single

spot of light to give us hope.

On those dark days when

pain threatened  to rule, Frida 

fought back with pencil and brush.

~

When facing great pain,

indomitable spirits

manifest their own comfort

Kindness is a gift

all the more to be treasured

when brutishness rules the day

~

Even the smallest acts

can be done with brutishness

or kindness. The choice is ours.

On grey days like this

every little bit of light

is welcomed with a smile.

~

Sometimes little lights

illuminate more truly

than the garish spotlight glare.

Don’t seek hidden truth

in the convoluted tales

of those who’ve never known it.

~

Lost in a maze of

lies, truth dies and is quickly

buried in that spot.

As Fall approaches

and Summer seems reluctant

to leave, Winter yawns.

~

Being distracted,

Winter almost overlooked

Spring’s attempt to steal the March.

Seeking perfection

does not mean we are perfect;

it is an aspiration.

~

Mistakes can sometimes

take us beyond our perfect

plans to a larger success.

Not wanting to be

taken for granted, the clouds

let loose a torrent of rain.

~

The sun baked granite,

steaming from the fleeting rain,

drew the lightning from the clouds.

The Embarrassment

built his personality

on the seven deadly sins.

~

All in an effort

to make something very small

seem to be something quite great.

When the sky turns grey,

rain might be on the way, but

umbrellas can still stay closed.

~

But when skies go black

and the wind begins to blow,

umbrellas fail. Did you know?

Creative endeavors

often defy scheduling

despite our best intentions.

~

The best we can do

is to keep on keeping on

and know that is good enough.

We search for answers

before we even know what

the right question is.

~

Often, wrong questions

provide us with the answers

we never knew we needed.

A rest from labor

somehow never quite takes place,

the more so on Labor Day.

~

Even though we try

to take a break, some kind of

crisis lies in wait.