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.

Trying to compose

a poem while the cat

paws the hand that holds the pen.

~

Pawing at the pen

may be annoying, but is

a step in evolution.

I decided to

walk and read the land and sky.

I’ll read the paper later.

~

This cool morning breeze

takes supremacy before

all that news unfit for print.

Last minute changes

in plans thought well established

seem to be my lot in life.

~

You know what they say:

if you want to make God laugh

just tell God your plans.

Another tree falls

and the birds, squirrels, and I grieve

its most untimely demise.

~

There is hope for trees,

being cut down, they re-sprout,

but man giveth up the ghost.

Where there’s smoke, they say,

that is where the fire is…

maybe our house is burning?

~

Even when the place

is going up in flames, some

call fire departments “woke”.