We’ve traveled so far

together – I wonder where

we will wander next?

~

Whither we wander

we will wander in wonder;

a wonderful world awaits.

Some may take offense

at all things outside the norm

but does their shock make them right.

~

Culture is maintained

by the norm but advanced by

what lies beyond it.

What beckons you on

these colorful days of Fall –

anything at all?

~

Today, a feather,

flotsam from some passing goose

seized upon my attention.

What if we saw we

were a part of the natural

world and not apart from it?

~

As John Muir once said,

most people are ON the world,

fewer are IN it!

Asleep at the switch

as the Mondo Train goes by

unnoticed by these poets!

~

But we awakened

in time to try our hands at

a belated rhyme.

Which was more surprised,

the cow that jumped or the moon

that got jumped over?

~

Smart money is on

Dish and Spoon’s shocked surprise

as they slog through divorce court!

Is there anything

healing as a full night’s sleep;

or am I just dreaming still?

~

Full night’s sleep retunes

body, mind, and soul and lets

us, for a time, make music.

Why not pause and take

a look at how we fill our

days with empty things?

~

Perhaps emptiness

allows us to refill fresh.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

Three crises in less

than twenty-four hours leaves

me speechless. Can you help out?

~

Words fail all of us

sometimes, but as a fellow

poet, I’ll lend some to you.

Do they want to hear

what’s in my heart or are they

just waiting for a chance to talk?

~

Heart felt words are most

unwelcome to those whose hearts

are frozen by greed and graft.

Autumn’s first frosting

leaves a bright lustrous rime

inspiring this rhyming

~

 Autumn’s first frosting

 inspires rhyme but could

also  forebode slippery falls.

When sunny Fall days

call us to come out and play,

how can we say no?

~

Just as long as we

remember to wear a coat

since autumn sun gives scant warmth.

Ah! The dulcet tone

of shattering auto glass!

No good deed goes unpunished!

~

It’s no accident

that fate kindly intervened

and only glass was broken!

Without the guidance

of your teenage son, what 

on earth will you become?

~

To hear him tell it,

I’m destined to end my days

wandering lost in a fog.

As I harken back

to my college search process,

it was not, at all, like this!

~

It must feel good to

know your son has more options

than you had back then.

Why do we look here

and there for happiness when

we could look inside instead?

~

Inner happiness,

somehow, seems less fulfilling

than outer validation.

Let us find beauty,

As unlikely as that seems,

Unto which, to turn our pen.

~

Slowly shifting clouds

against a darkening sky –

beauty comes knocking.

If we are willing

to open our eyes, can we

bear what we will see?

~

If we could stomach

All that open eyes beheld,

We would never have shut them.