Lounging here, abed,

contemplating roads ahead,

thrilled to find hope not yet dead.

~

Sometimes it just takes

a break from activity

to recharge hope’s batteries.

Would that October

had some old prophetic ides

our Great Caesar could ignore…

~

Great Caesar deplores

any and every thing which

fails to honor him.

I look down and see

a pair of old and weathered

hands that can’t belong to me.

~

I look up and fail

to find any sky above.

Aging is beyond the pale.

Let us celebrate

this holiday, regardless what

you choose to call it!

~

Who do we wish to

honor, a land’s natives or

a man who mistreated them?

When faced with a choice,

 he prefers to give

nothing and take everything.

~

Well… since what’s ours is his,

at least inside his twisted mind,

everything’s merely his due.

How can one be known

as a champion of peace

as one foments civil war?

~

Only he who shall

not be named would qualify

for such an honor.

He can’t see beyond

his noes to a place where yes

might serve many of us best.

~

Does he know we no

longer know or even care

whether he can see or no?

One photo reveals

naive gullibility

hidden in a warm embrace.

~

A photo captures

a moment, but only with

time will we know what endures.

Sun struggles to shine

as clouds try to steal the show.

The stakes are sky-high.

~

Son struggles to get

the bloody tractor to start

before the rains steal the march.

Has the day returned

again for Knaves of Sherwood

to rebalance injustice?

~

You don’t have to be

a knave to restore justice.

Each of us must do our part.

I’m sure generals like

to listen to speeches from

daft, draft-dodging presidents.

~

I’m equally sure

they like being ordered to

side-step The Constitution.

Early morning sun

filtering through tree and fog

casts an ethereal light.

~

An encouraging

beginning of what may prove

to be a long day.

Those politicians

may have shut things down, but they

still haven’t shut up.

~

If they can’t agree

how to help the people thrive,

then what purpose do they serve?

As the days shorten

and autumn colors emerge,

we prepare for winter‘s bite.

~

We also take time

to enjoy those fall colors

along with cooler weather.

Not all surprises

arrive precisely on time,

even though it’s October.

~

If lies were not told.

if reason ruled. if care was

shown, that would be a surprise !

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.