If you will not turn,

that little bend up ahead

may become your roadtrip’s end.

~

Eyes open, hands on

wheel, reasonable speed – all

help us navigate with skill.

The word is out. Birds

and squirrels know to hurry here.

where there’s food in spite of rain.

~

Skeins of geese elect

to tarry not in these parts,

flying on before the storm.

As you zip through life,

think! Sometimes you’re the windshield…

and other times, you’re the bug.

~

Which is to say if

you’re alive and in motion

there’s no other way.

Another face off

between two mourning doves lets

squirrels gather fighting tips.

~

As if Sciuris

needed any instructions

in the cantankerous arts!

No bird flies too high,

if lofted on his own wings…

or, at least, that’s what fools say.

~

High-flyers can run

into problems whether they

soar on their own wings or not

Time and speed slow down

as I get closer to home

and the day’s tensions dissolve.

~

As we age we find

time and speed are relative

to how fast and far we’ve come.

Singing and vaping,

Lauren makes it clear her own

enjoyment comes first.

~

An arch-feminist,

Lauren chose to demonstrate

women, too, can grab them by…

E Pluribus Unum;

more than merely words on coins,

and still I’m here, all alone.

~

From oneness we come

and to oneness we return

Meanwhile…we visit here.

On this ninth day of

this ninth month we seem to have

left our poetry behind.

~

Racing through the yard

but nothing in pursuit – deer

looking for a bit of fun?

~

There’s no fun and games,

modeling for her young fawns,

how to avoid predators.

Is it simply greed,

incompetent management,

or over-regulation?

~

Answers probably

will reflect perspective or

bias, not reality.

That yellow flower

I didn’t plant makes me beam –

beauty without work from me.

~

Leaving random gifts

in a thoughtful garden plan;

glorious imperfection!

Species come and go.

Giant glaciers form, retreat.

Through it all, the sun still shines.

~

Amidst changes, big

and small, hope and attention

can light our way, see us through.

Hospitality

has its limits so we showed

that blue skink the door.

~

Bidding fond farewell

to skinks and other vermin

allows us all to flourish.

Distant warning cries

often go disregarded

though the risk is near at hand

~

Turning a deaf ear

to cries both far and near hurts

us all in the end.

Oh! That super-moon,

rising resplendent last night,

seizes even jaded hearts.

~

Once in a blue moon

does it cast its super light

much to our earthly delight.

Three grand entities

live in my house and I’m not

speaking of the cats and dog.

~

Their Regal Presence

does not convey Royal grace.

You still remain the Empress!

For how many years

must we brave Raspberry thorns

‘til they will yield any fruits?

~

A thorny matter

indeed, a prickly question

that pricks our interest.

If only I could

get my procrastinating

self to just stop perusing.

~

Endless deep diving

into the bottomless web…

a task best left to Clotho.

As long delayed rain

at last fall on drought cracked ground,

will Justice thus quench our thirst?

~

May justice rain on

the long drought of honor brought

by Trump and cohorts.

Sky teases land with

suggestions of rain. So far

today it’s only a tease.

~

What’s a tease right here

may be no joke over there.

Such are weather’s vagaries.

Uninspired prints

decorating textured walls…

guess who’s on the road again.

~

As you drive, nature’s

varied display helps balance

the boring motel decor.

I guess negative

attention trumps none at all

for some needy folks.

~

All press is good press

to a fractured child’s soul

desperate for parental love.

Lazy turning fans

on a faded haint-blue porch,

old rocking chairs, ice cold tea.

~

After journeying –

a chance to sit at home. rock

gently and relax.

Knox gently reminds

me that the day goes better

if he gets his walk.

~

There are many tasks

that facilitate the day;

poetry is not the least.

So many requests –

it’s hard to keep track of them.

They just slip on by.

~

Obligations can

sometimes be in hard conflict

with our burning desires.