From the birds’ early

morning broadcast system we

get a wakeup call.

~

And by their delay

in their southward migration

we get, yet, another one.

Fellowship remains,

even with separation,

if the foundation is true.

~

Time and distance can

not break the sturdy bonds of

a true connection.

Who can find the time

to watch the sun slowly rise,

listen to the birds’ sweet songs?

~

Those who know that life’s

more than earning a living

value the worth of such things.

Subtle interplay

between woods and rising mist

marks the changing of seasons.

~

A fleeting moment

of lovely interplay saved

now for all of us.

The sky begins to

fill with chattering birds as

they begin their long journeys.

~

Soon, they will arrive,

to darken trees and phone lines

then rise in joyous cavorts.

This cotton batting

between my mind and my life

leaves much to be desired.

~

Hard though it may be,

better to have soft cotton

there than a bunch of hard nails.

After summer’s heat,

a small taste of fall wets our

appetite for more.

_

Like a cold entrée

autumn rains may quench our thirst

but our joints will ache for warmth.

With September’s arrival

warm and cool banter

for who will have the most say.

~

Summer speaks loudly

still despite the cooling trend

Autumn remains weeks away

Why must all good things,

in order to receive them,

require so much toil?

~

A dog’s love’s freely

given as is a summer’s

breeze and star-filled nights.

Ever hopeful, we

kids kept jumping off garage

roofs, hoping, this time to fly.

~

Just like little birds,

judging that it’s fledgling time,

fling themselves into the sky.

Is there any shame

in finding satisfaction

in the unconventional?

~

We can be shamed, but

we don’t have to feel shame for

liking what we like.

This old dog learned some

new tricks and had a whole lot

of fun doing it.

~

That life long learning:

the only thing preventing

our howling in the darkness.

The day ends without

a poem, but life still has

both rhyme and reason.

~

It’s not quite an end,

more a pause that refreshes,

like that age old ad campaign.

Gradually the light

dims; then it’s gone and only

memories remain.

~

Radiant blazes,

far outshining their sources;

those glowing recollections!

Fujiyama wears

her icy tiara still.

How long until it’s stolen?

~

If those who love her

are vigilant and act in

time, she will never lose it.

Correcting glitches

one glitch at a time can leave

us feeling almost sublime.

~

Glitches can sometimes,

even though quite annoying,

actually be features.

All bristles and spines,

he makes do riding the car

rather than surfing the pines.

~

He was looking for

a free ride, a specialty

of our former president.

In the August heat

squirrels hip hop to the steady

beat of falling rain.

~

Peepers, frogs, and toads

chorus in the falling rain,

lustily, as dusk descends.

Sometimes the darkness

we watch swallowing the world

Is lighter than forlorn hope.

~

With patience, we can

find our way in the darkness

and become bearers of light.

Knox spots a critter

ahead and away he goes

as I trudge slowly behind.

~

Begorrah tries too,

but owing to his small mass,

the leash end takes him airborne.

False ferocity,

Napoleonic nature;

more like Chihuahua than Pug.

~

Hmmm, reminds me of

some people I know, but just

which ones I’d rather not say.

When will we ever

learn? When will we ever learn?

Please submit answer below.

~

The answer, my friend,

is blowing in the wind, and

we’ll learn when our house blows down.

Shining a bright light

where no light should ever shine

devastates all obstruction.

~

For some, the brightest

shining light won’t help them see

what’s been right in front of them.

Technology can

puzzle this aging writer

and leave her shaking her pen.

~

Technology can’t

replace the razor rapier

wit that guides the writer’s pen.

Who could take offense

at the joyful noise of kids

playing in the neighbor’s yard?

~

Sometimes others’ joy

brings smiles, but if our hearts

are aching, it might bring frowns.

As the last one leaves

the nest, to what far shores will

you and your spouse fly?

~

These days we’re flying

from one college to the next

but soon horizons expand!

As the hours shrink

til my impending freedom,

my spirit prepares to soar.

~

Soon you will fly high,

released at last from the pain

and fatigue that tethered you.

White, billowing clouds

glide across bluest of skies,

invite us to not be blue.

~

Who could ever be;

when that one looks like a cat

and that one like an emu?

Some folk got to learn

how to live their lives

not being drama magnets.

~

As we learn to be

teflon rather than velcro

for drama, contentment grows.

Even the squirrels

have lost their sizzle these hot

August afternoons.

~

The only sizzle

these days is the ozone smell

of our frying atmosphere.