All our denial

can’t suppress the growing dread

borne upon this shifting breeze.

~

When hope grows grounded

roots of will and willingness,

we withstand such breeze borne dread.

The weather’s become

a quick-change artist and has

left us to quickly adapt.

~

But adaptation,

an evolutionary

process, is not a quick change!

What makes an artist;

taking the time to create,

or creating something well?

~

If you don’t make time

to create, you’re probably,

just an artist-in-waiting.

Even though we know

better, we still succumb to

anger’s bitter tongue.

~

Some vomit anger,

others cultivate drama;

neither solves any problem.

Why must folk complain

about all they do not like

yet take no action for change?

~

Why pay full price when

talk is cheap, action costs, and

those armchairs beckon?

As November fades

and December approaches,

we note plans we haven’t made.

~

Poets have long known,

from Sun Tzu to Robert Burns,

that planning’s over rated!

Sharp spike of rack

flaming razor shard of ice;

most unwelcome forehead guest.

~

Sometimes it’s no fun

to meet manifestations

of the cutting edge.

On this crisp fall day,

let us linger awhile

and not fast-forward to May.

~

Dry crackling leaves

and fresh November breezes

are preferred to springtime sneezes.

Seeking to preserve

National Integrity

he stoops to gassing children.

~

How low can he go

before even the blind can see

the lack of integrity?

It’s been a contest

between bright light and shadow.

Is it always thus?

~

In some darker times

it’s harder to distinguish

dim bulbs from lighter shadows.