Lady Liberty

stands alone in the harbor,

her principles lip serviced.

~

Tears fill her eyes as

she shimmers with fear, seeing

what is on the horizon.

They may be small, but

when they fly together those

birds’ voices are heard.

~

They should be our guide!

Sing “Bee-Bee-Bobbie-Bobbie”

‘til our voices, too, are heard!

Rising before dawn,

with aching joints for greeting,

somehow, seems inauspicious.

~

Our joints are aching

in sympathy with our hearts

at this inauspicious time.

The ground beneath that

tree was covered in layers

of gold. Shattered bits of sun?

~

One manner of thought

would argue that is correct.

All energy is solar.

Closing tight our eyes

is an ineffective means

of shutting out lies.

~

Currently it seems

we’ve been falling asleep to

countless lieabyes.

That line from an old

song comes back to me now: “When

will they ever learn?”.

~

We know twelve year olds,

and adults who act the same,

can’t be taught: they know it all.

Running on empty

after endless days of stress

too worn out to sleep

~

May your heart be full

and your body rest because

my dear son, you are the best.

It’s hard to believe,

but unfortunately it’s

true. Sometimes the worst man wins.

~

It’s not all that hard.

Some folks simply can’t handle

any woman in power.

Woe Americans!

We cast away all reason:

Iacta Alea Est !

~

When you cast yourself

at the feet of tyrants, you

will definitely be kicked.

Over the next few

days, we will see if there’s hope

for democracy

~

Democracy lives,

regardless the election.

People, maybe, not so much.

Aromatic smoke

permeates the meat and scents

the air with deliciousness.

~

And all the while

I am sitting here waiting

for a quick invitation.

The day may soon come

when a certain convicted

felon gets what he deserves.

~

Or injustice reigns

and instead of just deserts

he get what he thinks his due.

Adversaries meet

In a public social space

And, somehow, remain civil.

~

Perhaps they could teach

their strategy to Trumpers

on this final lap.

November may be

the longest month. I guess we’ll

have to wait and see.

~

Not Long: momentous-

Surely to be, chock-a-block,

full of pivotal moments.

…and what’s your costume?

“I’m a cisgender, white male,

denier of all privilege.”

~

In other words. you’re

a much feared goblin who has

the awareness of a rock.

As beautiful as

the sunrise is, there are days

when I’d much rather sleep in.

~

I see sunrises

mostly when I’m up all night

or when on vacation.

Seek that quiet place

mid the clash of chaos

where Divine whispers their will.

~

Because those Divine

whispers help us more than our

human clamoring.

A train whistle blows,

announcing it’s coming down

the track. Step back. Step way back.

~

Whistles, Train and Dog,

serve to warn those up ahead

to prepare for what’s to come.

Noises in the dark,

some are welcome, some are not.

Faint profanity? Your guess!

~

Are they music for

the soul or are they warning

us to hurry up and go?

Losing ourselves in

Autumn’s golden glow restores

our depleted inner glow.

~

Does it seem funny

finding ourselves requires

losing ourselves in something?

Country roads offer

autumn stained-glass canopies

under which to drive.

~

Whether we’re coming

or going, we’re encouraged

to pause and wonder.

Running in circles,

Knox chases his tail just like

some politicians.

~

Knox, at least, has grace!

Tail he’s chasing, unlike some,

is, consentingly, his own.

Like the rushing wind,

hours just evaporate

until the day is no more.

~

When hours and words

evaporate, we often

wonder where they’ve gone.

What if every day

we remembered beauty was

there for our finding?

~

Just remembering

is not enough to make change;

we must also seek it out.

Today, I’m feeling

aches in excess of my years

or years far beyond my own.

~

We soon discover

aches of both body and heart

know no bounds of age.

Passing train whistles

to the slowly rising sun –

just a passing flirtation.

~

Some things resonate,

far beyond all reasoning,

in the chorus of the spheres.

In the scheme of things,

how significantly does

any action we take matter?

~

In the scheme of things

both action and inaction

affect the outcome.

As the honking geese

fly by, cardinals seem disturbed.

Where did they learn their manners?

~

Some birds honk loudly,

not because they’ve much to say,

but their noise makes them feel big.

Sharp, fall zephyrs gust,

reminding us, seasons change,

will or nil our liking thus.

~

So many changes

occur without our consent,

a fact we often lament.

Knox found a big bone,

drug it home, and was dismayed

we didn’t praise him.

~

Let us not discuss

Knox and his enormous bone

since this is a family blog.