Monday… Saturday;

makes no difference, either way,

to those old, retired men.

~

All days seemed alike

until the snow left its mark

making it clear they could fall.

On this Hallows eve,

what’s the odds we’ll get a treat

from the Great Pumpkin-in -Chief?

~

It’s more likely we’ll

get a trick. He saves all treats

for his haunted self.

As trees become gold

we hope and pray our country

does not turn to lead.

~

Anti-alchemy

seems to be a common gift

‘mong self-styled, self-made men.

War of the Roses

ended with Henry’s crowning.

But we know, that’s history.

~

We know a guy who

covets the crown and wants to

refashion our history.

Something money can’t

buy: integrity. Perhaps

that’s why he has none.

~

Selfish sycophants,

damming him with baseless praise,

drown integrity at birth.

Dustings of color

thicker with elevation

leaving the valley still green.

~

Contrasts such as these

make no effort to please. but

nevertheless they succeed.

Hanging by a thread,

that small spider wove its web

undaunted by onlookers.

~

Wary fly flew by

making note in his sly mind,

“Try another way back home!”

Friends and fellowship

hold our hearts in harmony

despite all disagreements.

~

Friends’ minds don’t always

agree. but they trust the hearts

of one another.

Generations pass

and the last great tragedy

fades to distant history

~

Each generation

has enough pain. No need to

prolong the pain of the past.

Pond shimmers with joy

as the rising sun

gives it a gentle caress.

~

Pool shimmers, likewise

basking in September’s grace

after others have all closed.

Those desert raccoons,

emboldened by climate change,

confront humans without fear.

~

Our thoughtless actions

have given them some traction.

What will be our reaction?

Somewhere in between

being and nothingness we

find something worth living for.

~

Many different

reasons for living are found,

but choices abound.

Endless fertile fields

upon which to stake a claim,

but where to sink the auger.

~

Be sure you avoid

fields you find boring even

though others find them fertile.

That was the brightest

day of forecast winter storm

of this young millenium.

~

Our days grew brighter

when that forecasted storm failed

to come storming in.

Slowly we tiptoe

through the house not wanting to

awaken sleeping cats.

~

An empty nest

allows parents to run free

from disturbing anyone.

Images run free

dancing to unknown rhythms

at the verge of consciousness

~

Escaping reason,

images can dance to their

own beat, take us to new lands.

In so many ways

our pets bring comfort and play

each and every day.

~

Their playful antics,

when they’re not an annoyance,

are indeed, comforting joys.

Disquiet, unease

rises inexorably

from an ill-considered choice

~

If only we’d felt

uneasy earlier, we

might have made a different choice.

Why do we expect

things to be different when we

do nothing to change?

~

We pray that someone

more competent than ourselves

will act in our stead!

Philosophy is

a walk on slippery rocks

where nothingness is at stake

~

At least nothing is

something even in the field

of philosophy.

A brief moment of

connection can carry us

through a stressful day.

~

Like raindrops in drought

even brief drips can yield blooms

though they may not slake the thirst

Setting sun shines sharp

between tall seaside towers

illuminating whitecaps.

~

Inland sunlight slides

over hills and trees and comes

to rest upon the still pond.